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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18. LIFE’S THE WAY YOU SEE IT 

 

For some it was a garden of bountifully mesmerizing

roses; while some could only indefatigably witness the

acrimoniously pugnacious thorns,

 

For some it was a surreally rhapsodic cloud showering

perennial enchantment; while some could only

relentlessly feel penalized by the shades of

gruesomely pulverizing black,

 

For some it was a forest of panoramically evergreen

vivaciousness; while some could only fretfully rebuke

the enigmatically inexplicable travails and trails,

 

For some it was an ocean of unsurpassably unassailable

happiness; while some could only unrelentingly blame

the maliciously lambasting maelstrom of pernicious

waves,

 

For some it was an unflinching fortress of timelessly

blissful solidarity; while some could only implacably

feel the disparagingly deteriorating abrasions with

the inevitably unstoppable unfurling of time,

 

For some it was a tantalizingly celestial nightingale;

while some could only dogmatically the curse the

inconspicuous pinches of harmlessly holistic

adulteration in the air,

 

For some it was a meadow of eternally priceless peace;

while some could only incorrigibly experience the

frigid chunks of obnoxiously threadbare dirt,

 

For some it was a fireball of insuperably untamed

passion; while some could only intractably feel outlandishly intimidated by the wisps of hideously black smoke; that disastrously obfuscated their vision,

 

For some it was an ebulliently fathomless book of

unendingly euphoric adventure; while some could only

tirelessly feel asphyxiated by the sheer and

inexplicably unfurling volume,

 

For some it was a bountifully persevering ladder to

eternal success; while some could only intransigently

castigate the unfathomable array of steep stairs,

 

For some it was an unbelievable rainbow of heavenly

versatility; while some could only ruthlessly feel the

incomprehensibly endless festoon of harsh shades,

 

For some it was an Omnipotent Sun of invincibly

righteous hope; while some could only acrimoniously

feel the boundlessly austere rays left; right and spurious center,

For some it was a iridescently twinkling star of unprecedented optimism; while some could only remorsefully feel the infinitesimally uncanny flicker; inflamingly imperil their sanctimonious existence,

 

For some it was an immortally patriotic march towards

glorious martyrdom; while some could only grievingly

feel the blood soaked sacrifices in the triumphant

odyssey in between,

 

For some it was an unshakably sacrosanct mother who

timelessly proliferate God’s Omnipresent chapter of

survival; while some could only preposterously feel

the savage waves of bedlam labour pain; in between,

 

For some it was the most blessed icing on even the

most diminutive little thing that they had achieved;

while some could only relentlessly shiver to the winds

of rejuvenating coolness,

 

O! Yes; For some it was an indomitably victorious

inferno of passionately loving heartbeats; while some

could only limitlessly grouse the reverberating sound;

ignominiously admonishing it for bringing cacophony in

their dwindling stride,

 

Because although the Omniscient Creator had bestowed

it in the most holistically unconquerable of forms

upon every organism symbiotically alike; Life’s the

way you chose it to be; Life’s the way you make of it;

Life’s the way you believe it to be; Life’s the way

you see it.