If You Cut a Tree; You Cut Your Own Mother – Poems on Environment , Wildlife , Mother Nature , Global Warming by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

24. 100% NATURAL 

At times an inferno of poignantly towering emotions;

while at times a meadow of resplendently blissful

tranquility that stretched for times immemorial,

At times an astoundingly prolific bombardment of

restlessness; while at times a river of celestially

milky and exotically unending enchantment,

At times an untamed volcano of tantalizing

voluptuousness; while at times as beautifully heavenly

as the mystical mists on the spell bindingly

gregarious mountaintops,

At times a ferociously undulating sea of unbelievably

ecstatic exhilaration; while at times the majestically

sleeping castle of fathomless dreams,

At times an indefatigably reverberating catharsis of

the countenance; while at times the ingratiatingly

innocuous pearl floating in holistic harmony; at the

bottom of blue sea,

At times an impudently overpowering monster

transcending over the realms of pragmatic

sagaciousness; while at times the boundless fleet of

silken birds regally sweeping through the clouds,

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At times a passionately never ending fire that

Omnipotently enlightened the complexion of this dreary

planet; while at times a phlegmatically lazing tortoise; paying an absolute deaf ear to the conventionally turgid society,

At times wave of endlessly swirling and enthralling

excitement; while at times a nimble dewdrop

sensitively curled; and waiting for the very first

rays of; fantastically ephemeral dawn,

At times a blazingly marching patriotic soldier for

whom even the ghastliest of death caused no fear;

while at times at river of amiably drifting

contentment; in complete synergy with the Lord Divine,

At times a profoundly ambiguous wind incessantly

vacillating between the limitless shades of vivacious

life; while at times the rejuvenating incense sticks

of irrefutably sparkling truth,

At times an unrelenting cistern of ebullient

happiness; while at times inevitably entrenched by

obfuscated skies of disparaging sadness,

At times a perennial whirlwind of insurmountable

rhapsody; while at times a timidly retreating

butterfly sandwiched in cocoons of sordid

remorsefulness,

At times a fireball of indefatigably uxorious fantasy

which never ends; while at times an impeccably

sleeping angel wholesomely oblivious to the unfurling

of rapid time,

At times an unparalleled storm which took the entire

living race by radically dramatic surprise; while at

times a sheepish leaf wilting towards even the most

infinitesimal draught of breeze,

At times carving a way of its very own amidst

countless others engulfed with baseless rigidity;

while at times stooping like an obeisant angel in

front of the Almighty divine,

At times an eternally frolicking peacock vividly

flirting behind the hills; while at times fretting and

fuming in the aisles of treacherously betraying

morbidity,

At times an unsurpassable caravan of philanthropic

goodness; while at times lured by fabulously eloping

and nubile damsels as the bodies euphorically

titillated in the moon soaked night,

O! Yes; at times this; while at times an unfathomable

shade of that; but one thing was intransigently

undeniable; that whether I lived forever in the

paradise of heaven; or whether I forever rotted in the

gallows of hell with the word die; my heart was; is

and would always remain 100% NATURAL.