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

52. BEAUTY NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED 

The sun in the cosmos itself doesn’t know the omnipotence in its shine;

the blazing yellow circumventing its persona,

Its only when we profoundly admire its tenacity; the blistering heat it

imparts to fumigate pallid earth; does it comes to realize that it is

indeed beautiful.

The crimson colored rose itself doesn’t know the mesmerizing odor it

emanates; the voluptuous complexion profusely embedded in its core,

Its only when we cherish its enchanting fragrance; the stupendous sight

it portrays when sighted at evanescent dawn; does it come to realize that

it is indeed beautiful.

The star twinkling amidst naked patches of sky itself doesn’t know its

shine; the radiance that envelops its incongruous silhouette,

Its only when we applaud it for its resplendence; the illumination it

provides in the chilly night; does it come to realize that it is indeed

beautiful.

The boundless ocean itself doesn’t know about its infinite size; the

unfathomable depth it incorporates in its belly,

Its only when we exuberantly praise its swirling waves; ravishing froth

striking the shores; scores of glistening white sharks swimming; does

it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The opalescent butterfly itself doesn’t know about its multicolored

wings; the swishing tentacles extruding from beneath its eyes,

Its only when we acclaim it for its nimble footed flight in the air;

the delectable draughts of wind it engenders while flying; does it come to

realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The vivacious reptile itself doesn’t know about its hiss; the

mystically slithering body it possesses,

Its only when we laud it for its tantalizingly shimmering skin; the

remarkably transparent eyes; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The obdurate shell of coconut itself doesn’t know about its stone

shell; the incredulous heights it projects from on the tall tree,

Its only when we value it for its appetizing juice; the immaculate and

sumptuous pulp incarcerated in its walls; does it come to realize that

it is indeed beautiful.

The slime coated oyster itself doesn’t know about its wealth; the loose

ferns agglutinated to its visage,

Its only when we treasure it for its scintillating pearls; the

rejuvenating salty water which ejects when we slice its body; does it come to

realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The newly born infant itself doesn’t know about its innocuous heart;

the tiny legs that caress its mother,

Its only when we clap at it for mustering courage to walk; the

frivolous smiles it does when tickled; does it come to realize that it is indeed

beautiful.

Beauty is a virtue embodied in all of us transgressing through the

surface of this earth; it is a blessing we are all born with,

All though we remain indiscreetly oblivious to it; as we don’t admire

it,

Beauty is too precious to be neglected; too sacrosanct to be

ignominiously condemned; "BEAUTY NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED".