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

27. GROW MORE TREES 

 

Grow more trees; profoundly disseminate the essence of

symbiotically majestic existence; to even the most remotely fathomless quarters of this gigantic Universe,

 

Grow more trees; marvelously diffuse the shades of

resplendent tranquility; to all those souls mercilessly bereaved in the corpses of truculently bizarre manipulation,

 

Grow more trees; astoundingly spawn a civilization of

gloriously rejuvenating freshness; on every remorsefully treacherous graveyard of abhorrent prejudice,

 

Grow more trees; irretrievably feel like the most

blessed organism alive; although your pockets didn’t

have even the most inconspicuous of currency coin,

 

Grow more trees; handsomely evict yourself from the

sanctimonious cigar smoke and wine; letting the pious

energy in your soul; gush out like streaks of

torrential lightening in the Kingly sky,

 

Grow more trees; become the most benign harbinger of

all mankind; astonishingly transmitting God’s message

of immaculate peace; via the entrenchment of fruitful serenity,

 

Grow more trees; bountifully embrace the winds of

mesmerizing peace and evergreen happiness; for infinite more births of your yet to unveil,

 

Grow more trees; Omnisciently metamorphose the

unfathomable ocean of heinously malicious

adulteration; into the sky of beautifully enthralling harmony,

 

Grow more trees; ubiquitously propagate the essence of

triumphant equality; amongst immortals and

monotonously wandering mortals; handsomely alike,

 

Grow more trees; let the philanthropic river of

melody; be the only divine virtue; that flowed

everlastingly on this fathomlessly eclectic planet,

 

Grow more trees; ingeniously innovate more ardently

than ever before; with the exhilaratingly ebullient

breeze; taking wholesome control of your disastrously

dwindling mind; body and soul,

 

Grow more trees; stringently prevent the rot of

disdainfully fretful disease; uninhibitedly allowing

the balm of ingratiatingly sacrosanct mother nature;

to heal even the most inexplicably gory of your wounds,

 

Grow more trees; divert the corpses of victimizing

hatred towards the coffins of egregious oblivion; with

immortal love taking complete control of your nimble life,

 

Grow more trees; boundlessly sparkle like the pearl of

unfettered victory; to coin the milestones flamboyantly scintillating success; transcending beyond the realms of fulfilling paradise,

 

Grow more trees; unrelentingly watch a valley of

pristine togetherness unleash; in every conceivable

direction that you dared to tread,

 

Grow more trees; feel stupendously closer to your

trail of fascinatingly aboriginal rudiments; amiably

blending with the feathers of silken goodness,

 

Grow more trees; intransigently gain more inspiration

to coalesce with those haplessly staggering;

endeavoring your best to wholeheartedly accept all

living kind; jubilantly alike,

 

Grow more trees; let the indiscriminate stab holes of

lecherous traitors; be washed forever with the

endlessly forgiving fountain of mother nature,

 

Grow more trees; timelessly transform all traces of

maniacally obsessive behavior; into an unsurpassable

sea of heavenly sensuousness,

 

Grow more trees; let the entrenchment of unparalleled

seduction; creep into your murderously plotting soul; every unfurling minute of the Sunlit day and burgeon more prolifically in the complexion of the wonderfully star-studded night,

 

Grow more trees; magnificently dance to the tunes of

holistic survival; with the profoundly fabulous spread

of the peacocks feathers; tickling your insane senses

as water tumbled down from crimson sky,

 

Grow more trees; blissfully enshroud yourself with the

mantra of unconquerable humanity; insurmountably

tantalizing every ingredient of your brutally famished

blood; with a gorge of panoramically unbelievable ecstasy,

 

Grow more trees; Omnipresently substitute the

torturously tyrannical lechery of blistering sands;

with overwhelmingly conjuring meadows of parrot green,

 

Grow more trees; bid a permanent goodbye to

derogatorily penalizing smoke; kicking its threadbare

visage away with strokes of vibrantly ravishing compassion,

 

Grow more trees; exotically attract untamed

cloudbursts of poignantly thunderous rain; regally

sweeping boundless landscapes of sleazy grime; with

the most priceless blessings of the Almighty Lord,

 

Grow more trees; insatiably mesmerize even the most

obfuscatedly alien and blood stained entities; with

the aristocratic drapery of incomprehensibly unlimited fantasy,

 

Grow more trees; gorgeously erupt into thundershowers

of ardently blazing desire; with the vividly Oligarchic rustling of the leaves splendidly transiting you into impregnable sleep at the onset of night,

 

Grow more trees; let the beautifully philandering

artist in you fulminate out to the most unprecedented

limits;  celestially deluging every gruesomely barren

cranny of this earth; with royal graciousness,

 

Grow more trees; let the fruits of divinely

fructifying nature be your never ending companion;

melanging with your benign spirit till the absolute

end of your time,

 

Grow more trees; be perennially seated on thrones of innocuously embellishing prosperity; with the unparalleled majesty of the intoxicating atmosphere forming bonds of unassailable camaraderie with your  impeccable conscience,

 

Grow more trees; inhale unending mountains of

gregariously fresh breath; into the jacket of your

abominably pulverized and salaciously deteriorating lungs,

 

Grow more trees; waft the scent of holistically

undefeatable mankind; to every entity satanically

entangled in the ghastly deadlock of macabre war,

 

Grow more trees; tirelessly reminisce the moments of

your immaculately intrepid childhood; with the

boisterous chattering of the profusely rain soaked

sparrows; euphorically putting all your traumatizing

sorrow to a perpetual rest,

 

Grow more trees; wonderfully interact with

Omnipotently endowing nature at close quarters; sowing

the seeds of irrefutably sparkling truth; on every

stony lane besieged with forlorn lies,

 

Grow more trees; let the waves of synergistically

united existence; replace all vindictive apprehensions

of caste; creed; religion and spurious tribe,

 

Grow more trees; fabulously encapsulate the whites of

your pathetically dwindling eye; with the unfathomably

vivacious elixir of charismatically blessing life,

 

Grow more trees; poignantly invite the heavenly

festoon of scarlet clouds; even in the most

acrimoniously unsparing of afternoon sunlight,

 

Grow more trees; relentlessly rejoicing in the most

versatile creation of the Almighty Creator; beautifully replenishing each element of your waveringly fatigued demeanor; with the unshakably sacred colors of life,

 

Grow more trees; enticingly let the indomitable

whirlpools of passionate desire; magically swell in

every horrifically depleted region; of your

barbarically betraying body,

 

Grow more trees; witness God’s most revered process of

procreation; symbiotically evolve as each day unveiled

into the romantically iridescent night,

 

Grow more trees; forever acclimatize with the tunes of

blossoming laughter; wholesomely repelling even the

most infidel trace of negativity in your persona; to

the firmament of hell from where it had originally arisen,

 

Grow more trees; let the chapter of godly existence

continue forever and ever and ever; and this time with

the Omniscient mantra of LIVE AND LET LIVE;

irrefutably culminating from your splendidly

purposeful and patriotically dedicated stride.