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

53. WATER IS PRECIOUS 

If there was water on the surface of dry leaves; they would look

superbly mesmerizing; glistening profoundly under the sun,

If there was water on mud coated wall; there would be  a ravishing

scent that permeated the adulterated air,

If there was water on vegetables lying sprawled in a forlorn heap; they

would bounce back to boisterous life; retrieving the plethora of minerals

they had lost in the blistering heat,

If there was water on fossils languidly scattered in obsolete

territories of the dormant volcano; they would perspicuously depict the mysteries of

the past; besides shimmering magnificently under the moon,

If there was water on wild buds of jungle mushroom; the unruly shoots

would sparkle tenaciously; drawing millions of mouths towards them to satiate

their famished taste buds,

If there was water on a battalion of acrimonious thorns; their tips

would get dramatically softened; making them flounder in their conquest of

mercilessly puncturing soft skin,

If there was water on scalp hair; their bedraggled texture would

miraculously transform into immaculately polished,

If there was water on the obdurate foam of bed; there would be an

unprecedented cool that besieging the ambience; and I would find it

astoundingly easy to fall into a invincible siesta,

If there was water on pairs of chapped lips; they would look

irrefutably voluptuous and longing to be kissed,

If there was water on the scorched soil of arid desert; the surrounding

wildlife would get substantial reprieve from sweltering storms of heat,

If there was water on rampant flames of fire ominously rising up by the

zipping second; the occupants inside would be saved from the tyranny of

being burnt alive,

If there was water on the elevation of dusty window panes; they would

suddenly glitter in animation; explicitly exposing the panoramic view outside,

If there was water on the river bed; scores of children would gleefully

toss in it; splashing it frivolously on passing pedestrians,

If there was water on clusters of scarlet rose; they would diffuse a

blissful fragrance penetrating the claustrophobic environment with a

reinvigorating aroma,

If there was water on feathers of the majestic peacock; it had the

potential to circulate waves of rhapsody even in the veins of a dying man; when

the bird unfurled its wings to a complete blossom,

If there was water on soiled cloth; incorrigible stains would be

indiscriminately exonerated; and the fabric would now resemble an

impeccable white,

If there was water on the serrated skin of chameleon; it would appear

more rubicund while wandering indefatigably through the bushes,

And If there was water on the inverted eyelashes of my beloved; she

would look like a goddess bathed in exquisite gold,

And let me tell you friends it was very easy for us to unflinchingly

achieve the above mentioned; if only we learnt to save and judiciously preserve

water,

As its every droplet is inevitably worth a million; for it is the

source of all life beside us; an indispensable fuel to rejuvenate the depleted

reservoir of our energy; "WATER IS PRECIOUS".