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

42. LADEN 

The tree in the pristine forest; was laden with

overwhelming quantities of succulent berry and

rhapsodic fruit,

The fathomless expanse of barren sky; was laden with

an enchanting conglomerate of seductively silken

clouds,

The flower extruding from the delectable farm; was

laden with bountiful petals; blossoming into a myriad

of tantalizingly colorful forms,

The incomprehensibly huge dictionary; was laden with a

battalion of exquisite words; explicitly portraying

infinite situations of pragmatic life,

The magnificently shimmering egg; was laden with life

yielding yolk; which evolved over a period of time

into a mesmerizing offspring,

The trajectory of the majestically swirling ocean; was

laden with a festoon of voluptuously undulating waves;

spraying profusely handsome salt on the rocks as well

as the shores,

The toweringly colossal mountains; were laden with bed

sheets of ingratiatingly scintillating ice; cascading

into waterfalls of melodious froth as the Sun flamed

to its full shine,

The boisterously swarming beehive; was laden with

golden honey; dribbling in splendid harmony towards

chocolate brown territories of soil,

The grandiloquently striped flamingoes perched on the

river banks; were laden with a sheath of fabulously

satin feathers; propelling them to soar like a pompous

prince in the sky,

The flamboyantly escalating fire; was laden with a

flurry of poignant flames; which profoundly

illuminated the morbidly dreary and starless night,

The incredulously oligarchic castle; was laden with

scores of intricately alluring furniture; an

extravagantly jeweled throne on which sat the crown king,

The framework of articulately dexterous bones; was

laden with rubicund layers of flesh; granting it

thereby the formidable tenacity to surge forward in

unprecedented exuberance,

The valiant landscape of the pugnacious battlefield;

was laden with innumerable soldiers; ready to

sacrifice their life any instant for the sake of their

revered motherland,

The boundlessly glistening blackboard; was laden

synchronized lines of raw chalk; portraying vital

points of survival to earnestly learning students,

The robust periphery of tongue; was laden with gallons

of euphoric saliva; instilling in it tangy traces of

exotic taste,

The fathomless land of the desert; was laden with

infinite tons of stupendously sparkling sand,

The flamboyantly vivacious calendar; was laden with an

armory of months and dates; candidly divulging the

extraordinary rapid unveiling of time,

The dome sculptured crystalline scalp; was laden with

silken curls of voluptuous hair; which imparted a

compassionate cushioning against repugnantly

vindictive blows,

The profoundly impregnable conscience; was laden with

optimistically enlightening ideals; that provided

astronomical tenacity to the persona to ecstatically

plunge forward in life,

And the passionately palpitating heart; was laden with

invincible love; which kept proliferating towards the

sky as the seconds unfurled; kept getting more and

more fortified with each stroke of palpable

existence.