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

41. INFINITE INFINITY 

An island which you incessantly dream of; but

miserably failed to reach,

A height which is so unsurpassable; that each step you

clamber; still found you on obdurate chunks of rock

bottom ground,

A size so astronomically colossal; that is beyond the

definitions of any size or veritable proportion,

A tunnel so perpetually unending; that perennial

blackness engulfed you even if you took birth

relentlessly; for countless centuries,

A land where no palpable organism can dare to

transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty

Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would

continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land

of INFINITE INFINITY.

A wave so mammoth; that rose and handsomely swirled

even unimaginable kilometers above the vivacious

clouds,

A ray so unprecedented; that indefatigably pierced

even the most obsolete corner of this Universe with

its overwhelmingly stringent light,

A shadow so profoundly mystical; that refrained to

subside even after the ghastly blanket of profuse

darkness; had wholesomely set in,

A voice so incredulously echoing; that it kept eluding

you unrelentingly as it collided like a fulminating

tornado against the cold rocks,

A land where no palpable organism can dare to

transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty

Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would

continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land

of INFINITE INFINITY.

A book so incomprehensibly long; that you remained on

the front page; even after browsing for decades

unfathomable,

A painting so enigmatically fascinating; that each

time you saw it; it metamorphosed into a myriad of

fathomless shades,

A tree so astoundingly gigantic; that kept blossoming

and proliferating into innumerable branches; as each

second unfurled,

A storm so cyclonic; which continued even after the

entire planet had slept; caressing every object on

this globe with passionate cloudbursts of breeze,

A land where no palpable organism can dare to

transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty

Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would

continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land

of INFINITE INFINITY.

A mountain with its summit augmenting till times

beyond eternity; stretching over the most bizarre

point of imagination,

A fantasy tumultuously surpassing the realms of

unbelievable perception; incorrigibly refraining to

quell even after inevitable death,

A cloud whispering an unending tale of existence; with

majestic streaks of white lightening royally

encompassing every tangible and intangible entity in

the inferno of its untamed ferocity,

A mission impossible for anyone to comprehend even an

inconspicuous fraction of; a challenge which even the

mightiest of mighty pathetically floundered to

accomplish,

A song which tirelessly continues to inexplicably

haunt every living being; right since the first day of

nascent life,

A land where no palpable organism can dare to

transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty

Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would

continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land

of INFINITE INFINITY.