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

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5. THE POWER OF OMNIPOTENT MUD

 

You might ferociously abuse it for being monotonously

threadbare; disdainfully infiltrating the whites of

your eye; with the truculently blowing winds,

 

You might indignantly kick at it in your times of

inexplicable frustration; at times profusely wounding

it with the uncouthly cold-blooded tip; of your spurious shoes,

 

You might heinously spit on its shades of

compassionate brown; barbarically trampling it left

right and center; to insanely diffuse the abominable

tensions circumventing your brain,

 

You might place its value as capriciously invidious specks of grit and stone; hardly ever casting even the most fugitive of glance towards its poignantly amiable periphery,

 

But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed;

color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend

with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last

breath; such was the power of unassailably Omnipotent

and bountiful mud.

 

1.

 

You might ominously abhor the fact that it lay abreast your dwelling; proving a remorsefully indigent mismatch to your pillars and porch of stupendously embellished gold,

 

You might acridly puke out your food in utterly

shocking disbelief; on the pretentiously worthless

pretext of it harboring ungainly dust,

 

You might treacherously stab it with unrelentingly salacious strokes of your gleaming knife; frantically searching for surreptitious canopies of pricelessly glittering gold,

 

You might propagate it as being lugubriously

meaningless; fretfully stagnating in dustbins of

forlorn isolation for centuries unprecedented,

 

But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed;

color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend

with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last

breath; such was the power of immortally Omniscient

and spell binding mud.

 

2.

 

You might ruthlessly mold it into fathomless sizes and shapes; just to flex the muscles of your irascibly blood soaked palms,

 

You might relentlessly castigate it for its despicably

impoverished demeanor; drive your cars like an untamed

prince over its innocuously wailing contours,

 

You might sleazily sell it to the most derogatorily manipulative strangers; inundate your pockets with scintillating silver; while bulldozers tyrannically razed it to construct edifices that sailed haughtily towards blue sky,

 

You might lackadaisically dump all your decaying feces

from your abode into its silken carpet; laughing every

side of your body out; as you triumphantly feasted

upon its victimized integrity,

 

But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed;

color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend

with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last

breath; such was the power of pricelessly divine and

everlasting mud.

 

3.

 

You might tirelessly ostracize its sordidly ungainly

complexion; for horrendously tainting the outlines of

your spotlessly bombastic and bohemian feet,

 

You might christen it as dreadfully morose and perniciously ghoulish; as it fostered your pathetically wavering shadow even in the most brilliantly sparkling Sun,

 

You might at times construe it as your worst enemy; as

its unwitting undulations made you disastrously

stumble and kiss a world of despondently diminutive dirt,

 

You might call it blasphemously adulterated; as

organisms of all shapes and fraternities; perpetually

embraced its rudimentarily scented skin,

 

But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed;

color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend

with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last

breath; such was the power of impregnably Omnipresent

and humanitarian mud.