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

33. THE SOLE REFLECTION OF MY SOUL  

How  could I ever get bored even an infinitesimally

insipid iota ?

When I had the perpetually golden rays of the

blistering midday Sun; filter a path of

scintillatingly righteous courage; through every

cranny of my disastrously impoverished demeanor.

How could I ever get bored even an inconspicuously

non-existent trifle ?

When I had the gregariously cascading waterfalls of

enlightening froth tickle me profusely from all sides;

trigger in me an insatiably euphoric yearning; to

gallop ecstatically forward; through the fields of

mesmerizing life.

How could I ever get bored even a comically minuscule

whisker ?

When I had the voluptuously rustling breeze profoundly

caress each of manipulatively besieged senses;

uninhibitedly freeing me to dance timelessly; till the

boundaries of enchanting eternity.

How could I ever get bored even a diminutively frigid

fraction ?

When I had the melodiously ebullient nightingale

singing right on my shoulder; profusely infiltrating

resplendent rays of hope; into my vindictively cold

blooded existence.

How could I ever get bored even a capriciously tiny

speck ?

When I had the divinely blooming flowers spinning a

web of majestically astounding artistry all across my

gruesomely bereaved senses; tirelessly drifting me

towards an unfathomable ocean of blissful scent.

How could I ever get bored even a parsimoniously

mercurial bit ?

When I had the unfathomable caravan of boisterously

buzzing bees incessantly enshrouding my lifelessly

stoical facial contours; inundate my mockingly dreary

survival with unprecedented enthrallment and tingling

sweetness.

How could I ever get bored even a lackadaisically

lackluster inch ?

When I had the fascinatingly ingratiating Moon shimmer

gorgeously on my despondently disheveled flesh;

seductively caress me with unsurpassable fireballs of

magnificently silken delight.

How could I ever get bored even a languidly

inarticulate centimeter ?

When I had tantalizingly green meadows nestled with

exotic dew drops to rampantly roll in; expunge each

horrendously frustrated ingredient from my despairing

blood; to handsomely blend with the stupendously

reinvigorating soil.

How could I ever get bored even a ghoulishly

asphyxiated bit ?

When I had intransigently aristocratic carpets of

breath embracing my savagely extinguishing nostrils;

irrefutably propelling me each instant to

unflinchingly disseminate the patriotic river of

truth; in every corner of this gigantic earth.

And how could I ever get bored even a trivially

transient second ?

When I had your immortally unassailable love

perennially romancing with my nervously fluttering

heartbeats; when I had your marvelously humanitarian

shadow; which had unconquerably become the sole

reflection of my soul.