If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother - Poems on Environment , Wildlife

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.