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

NEWNESS

Be it in the very first rays of ethereally magnificent
dawn; enlightening every cranny of despairingly
flagrant blackness with unfathomably unceasing
majesty,

Be it in the nimble squeaking of the freshly born
infant; profoundly enrapturing monotonously usurped
existence; with an unprecedented power to forever
survive,

Be it in the transiently hood-winking beams of the
vivaciously uninhibited rainbow; casting their magic
on every fretfully beleaguered bone; till times beyond
infinite infinity,

Be it in the pristinely nascent shoots sprouting from
the corrugated branches of the tree; delightfully
swaying in insatiable ecstasy with the virile currents
of summer wind,

Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was
what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling
minute of the day and night; Newness was what tingled
every aspect of my existence till even beyond the
realms of eternal paradise; O! Yes Newness was what my
soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I
died.

1.

Be it in the unrestrictedly artistic lines scrawled on
barren canvas; embellishing the chapter of mundanely
manipulative survival today; with unceasingly copious
rivers of color and vibrant charm,

Be it in the infantile trickle of water dribbling
painstakingly from the scorched rocks; bounteously
perpetuating the sweltering atmosphere around with
unbelievably rhapsodic exhilaration,

Be it in the faintly rupturing of the outlines of the
immaculate egg; blissfully announcing the arrival of
unparalleled exuberance; in a world of otherwise
preposterously shriveled decay,

Be it in the premature formation of pearly white mists
in the sky; triggering a ray of tantalizingly
unsurpassable hope in one and all alike on bereaved
earth; that sensuous rain was soon about to fall,

Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was
what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling
minute of the day and night; Newness was what made me
feel the most pricelessly insuperable organism alive;
O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till
even countless births after I died.

2.

Be it in the sporadic bouts of laughter of the
ebulliently innocuous child; making truculently
agonized heart's all across this boundless Universe;
melt and frolic into the meadows of effulgent
childhood,

Be it in the incoherently optimistic quacking of the
fledgling swans; trying to timelessly disseminate the
message of egalitarian peace towards endless sky and
emollient earth; wonderfully alike,

Be it in the inconspicuously sensitive dewdrop on the
blade of ravenously enthralling grass; radiating into
a beam of perpetually golden righteousness; with the
first rays of the Sun,

Be it in the intrepidly adventurous wave disappearing
wholesomely into the horizons and deep sea; permeating
even bit of the gruesomely bedraggled ambience around
with celestially tangy happiness,

Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was
what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling
minute of the day and night; Newness was what
unconquerably fuelled every ingredient of my blood to
pump life; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to
seek till even countless births after I died.

3.

Be it in the singular star that regally twinkled in
the grotestquely cloudy and foggily obfuscated night;
granting glorious reprieve from a countless
inadvertently committed sins,

Be it in the match-boxed minuscule hutment barren
without any quintessential amenity of life; yet with a
roof so compassionate; that it sequestered you from
the most devastating of storm and rain,

Be it in the inarticulately indefatigable buzzing of
the bumble bee; spawning into cisterns of invaluably
harmonious nectar; a sweetness which no power on this
turgid earth could ever transcend or destroy,

Be it in the whisper of the fugitively nubile maiden;
engendering every pore on the satanically lambasted
skin to excitedly stand; even as she extinguished into
a valley of nothingness; sooner than she had arrived,

Be it in the infinitesimally silken beat of the heart;
which arose towards the cosmos for just an instant;
but united the entire estranged Universe in chords of
immortal love; before it veritably died,

Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was
what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling
minute of the day and night; Newness was what
propelled me to procreate countless more of my very
own humanitarian kind; O! Yes Newness was what my soul
wanted to seek till even countless births after I
died.