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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16. INFINITE TIMES BETTER 

 

Infinite times better than the diminutively

diminishing flicker of the sleazily artificial bulb;

was the Omnipotent blaze of the bountifully

unassailable Sun,

 

Infinite times better than the truncated fantasies in

the manipulatively estranged mind; was the

unfathomably untainted paradise of poignantly

seductive clouds in the sky,

 

Infinite times better than parsimoniously remorseful

water incarcerated beneath the lavatory seat; was the

thunderously untamed roar of the uninhibitedly

vivacious and mischievously dancing ocean,

 

Infinite times better than the bawdily threadbare

stone; was the insuperably majestic and timelessly

sheltering swirl of the celestially compassionate mountain,

 

Infinite times better than the lecherously parasitic

currency coin; was the river of pricelessly united and

Omnipresently blessing humanity,

 

Infinite times better than the gaudily cadaverous crayons disparagingly sprawled on the floor; was the eternally royal rainbow and resplendently eclectic rainbow; twinkling in the firmament of azure sky,

 

Infinite times better than the abhorrently shattered

glass; was the candidly perspicacious mirror of the impeccably unassailable and inimitably sacrosanct soul,

 

Infinite times better than the preposterously stuffed

toys available in the manipulatively prejudiced market; was the indomitably peerless roar of the princely lion,

 

Infinite times better than the emotionless chips of

the raunchily scintillating computer; was the unfathomably brilliant and tirelessly discovering human brain,

 

Infinite times better than the disgustingly miserly

twig decaying in a bedraggled heap; was the unsurpassably pristine meadow of boisterously frolicking grass,

 

Infinite times better than the uncontrollably shivering bottle of stingily corked wine; was the uninhibitedly royal forest of divinely endowing sensuousness,

 

Infinite times better than the body of the forlornly decrepit air-conditioner; was the exuberantly mesmerizing kiss of the rhapsodically untamed storm,

 

Infinite times better than the abjectly traded idols of gold and bombastically boorish silver; was the Omnipresent reflection of the perpetual Creator; in every single ingredient of the atmosphere and beyond,

 

Infinite times better than the sparing shades of mechanical pencil on barren canvas; was the panoramically enamoring kaleidoscope of miraculously ameliorating nature,

 

Infinite times better than the banefully blaring music of the pompous discotheque; was the fathomlessly enchanting carpet of marvelously iridescent and vibrantly twinkling stars,

 

Infinite times better than the bizarrely squelched brick in the tyrannically rotting foundation; was the heaven of irrefutably venerated and eternally unshakable truth,’

 

Infinite times better than the ghoulishly devastating

coffin of death; was the chapter of immortally sacred

and perennially blossoming life,

 

But ever since the first breath that the entire Universe took; and even centuries unprecedented afterit vanishes into traces of amorphously beleaguered

oblivion;  infinite times better than “ Immortal Love” was; is and shall forever be; once again only Love; Love and nothing else but the invincibly blessed fabric of “Immortal Love”