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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12. A WHOLE NEW CHAPTER 

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of mesmerizing dawn; you blossomed into celestial freshness;  wholesomely shirking the hideously monstrous monotony of the previous bedraggled day,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of blissful dawn;  you Wholeheartedly smiled the smile of your life;  as the Omnipotently golden rays of the Sun smooched you in euphoric entirety,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of enchanting dawn;

you became oblivious to the treacherously barbarous tyrannies meted upon you;  as even the most infinitesimally inane of your senses completely coalesced with the panoramic mists of mother nature,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of effulgent dawn;

you insatiably urged to defecate your miserably asphyxiated bowels; mollify your bereaved stomach with delectably fresh fruit and sparkling water,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of rhapsodic dawn;

you devoutly resolved never to repeat your mistakes of the past; astoundingly train every of your delinquent nerve;  to perennially surge forward to eternal success,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of bountiful dawn;

you profoundly reminisced new memories of your majestically uninhibited childhood; when you cared a damn about this manipulative planet; compassionately suckling in the

lap of your heavenly mother,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of victorious dawn;

you chalked out countless distinct strategies to irrefutably vanquish the indiscriminately rampaging devil; inexhaustibly striving for complete freedom of your mind;

body and soul,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of poignant dawn;

you found the intensity of scarlet blood in your veins more profuse than ever; to holistically survive in times that were good as well as diabolically bad,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of Omniscient dawn;

you felt an inexorable fervor to discover encapsulating every cranny of your persona; alleviating you from the most severest of your wanton depression; into the aisles

of timeless proliferation,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of emollient dawn;

You uninhibitedly danced with passionately enthralling ardor; letting every egregiously trapped staleness of you countenance; freely cascade out as beautifully

fragrant sweat,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of philanthropic dawn; you found a boundless array of never-before flavors titillate the buds of your disparagingly emaciated tongue,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of immaculate dawn;

you tirelessly danced the whites and blacks of your emphatically crystalline eyes;

to the magically unfurling beams of the pristinely whistling atmosphere, 

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of regale dawn;

you flirted with an unfathomable ocean of supreme sensuality; playing hide-n-seek with theevanescently crimson beams of the new-born Sun,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of mystical dawn;

you unravelled the mortifying introvert in you to the most unprecedented of your capacity; peerlessly blazing in the untamed ardor of intrepidly unflinching life,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of jingling dawn;

you tread your nimble foot more solidly on earth; more and more invincibly embedding your inimitable rudiments on the landscape of the fathomless globe,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of vivacious dawn;

you abdicated all your baseless nervousness; scintillated like a true warrior to defend your maliciously usurped and pricelessly venerated motherland,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of titillating dawn;

you felt every pore of your fecklessly limpid skin; intransigently desirous of being mischievously tickled by the winds of miraculously never-ending procreation,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of ecstatic dawn;

you felt more closer and closer to your impressions on sacred soil; unrelentingly fantasizing about that moment in which was born your very first ancestor,

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of vivid dawn;

you obeisantly surrendered even the most diminutive of your breath to the unconquerable illumination of the Sun; letting it weave a whole new chapter of your

enrapturing existence, 

 

And still some of you had the guts to say that each new day was fretfully boring; each new day had nothing to offer which revolutionary new; each new day brought you closer to your death; each day was just like and nothing but

a pathetic facsimile of the very previous day !