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

43.  A PARASITE FROM A PARADISE 

Overwhelmed by sedation; in the realms of fathomlessly

enchanting fantasy,

Floating on a blanket of clouds; with a festoon of

seductive fairies dancing incessantly around me,

Embracing the voluptuous coat of verdant grass full

throttle; rampantly rolling in the stupendous blades

till times immemorial,

Perceiving the most incredulous objects in this

Universe; surging astronomically forward than the

spirit of times,

Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More

importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people

made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a

paradise.

Sniffing the mesmerizing aroma of heavenly nectar;

boisterously leaping behind the swarming bees,

Blending majestically with the Sunshine; basking under

in the glory of milky beams of exotic moon,

Admiring the resplendent blanket of glittering stars;

philandering like a price on the summit of velvety

ice,

Saluting the birds soaring high in the ephemeral

evenings; profoundly lost in the cadence of the

Queenly nightingale,

Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More

importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people

made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a

paradise.

Galloping through the fields of blossoming corn;

indefatigably cuddling the innocuous sheep sleeping on

the hills,

Gyrating fervently in the music of the morning cuckoo;

splashing euphorically in an unfathomable ocean of

tangy water,

Daintily caressing the Oligarchic oyster; seductively

swishing the body under the ravishing waterfall that

enigmatically cascaded from the mountain,

Feasting on a celestial meal of rhapsodically fresh

cherries; lying in mute silence on the shimmering

carpet of sea sands,

Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More

importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people

made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a

paradise.

Placing the arms in the lap of insurmountably

bountiful nature; chasing squirrels as they slithered

in sheer ecstasy up the corrugated tree,

Voraciously coating the entire body with a slurry of

tantalizingly wet rain mud; gasping in dumbfounded

astonishment as the mirage loomed larger in the golden

desert soil,

Listening with rapt attention to the incredulously

animated chirping of the amicable parrot; gallivanting

beside the fire as its royal flames crackled in the

midst of marvelous midnight,

Savoring exuberantly cool coconut with rubicund pair

of lips; transiting into a rejuvenating reverie;

boundless decades before this Universe was first

created,

Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More

importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people

made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a

paradise.