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

49. SUN GOD 

Some called it a blazing volcano; sizzling every nook

and cranny of the earth with its fiery rays,

Some called it fulminating lava erupting at

swashbuckling speeds; charring everything that came

its way into infinitesimal bits of invisible ash,

Some called it an ocean of swirling fire; with its

omnipotent power to penetrate trough the most gruesome

of prevailing darkness,

Some called it a majestic lion fully charged up;

roaring indefatigably till everything around it was in

blissful calm,

Some called it a vivacious and golden crystal of

smothering coal; able to cure even the most

inexplicable of disease loitering on this earth,

Some called it a flaming and a supremely transparent

mirror; having the incredible power of gobbling all

other shadows on this planet except its own,

Some called it a battlefield of the highest degree;

simply invincible to defeat; even by the most valiant

battalion of soldiers,

Some called it an angry cloud that never rained;

evaporating every trace of evil from the gloomy

trajectory of ground,

Some called it an amber bowl of boiling honey; causing

even the most impregnable of entity staring into it to

inevitably wink,

Some called it a cascading waterfall of blistering

energy; taking the demon by tumultuous force in its

impetuous wrath,

Some called it an inland of unprecedented courage;

impregnating even the weakest body standing beneath

it; with daunting strength and fortitude,

Some called it the King of all eggs always shining;

fomenting boundless number of mammalian eggs to hatch

into innocuous fledglings; providing them with the

most conducive quantity of heat,

Some called it a dazzling fountain of bubbling acid;

which left no scope at all for misery; till the time

it grandiloquently glowed all day,

Some called it the most unadulterated body ever

created; with every soul on this globe; unanimously

revering it for the irrefutable sanctity it possessed,

Some called it a flamboyantly shimmering spoon; which

looked after each and every object breathing; saw to

it that everyone was sumptuously fed,

Some called it a scintillating sword; having the

prowess to wholesomely annihilate the one it wanted

with its marvelously gleaming edge,

Some called it the ultimate savior in times of

unwarranted distress; igniting rays of hope with its

omnipresent light,

Some called it an immeasurable diamond; with its

unsurpassable depth; defeating the worst of chilly night,

Different people living in different tribes christened

it by countless names and opinions; absolutely

astounded by the strength of its unconquerable beams,

But I will always call and worship it as my undefeated

God; my loving and immortally adorable SUN GOD