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

AS LONG AS

It was perfectly OK; even if you were profusely
fastidious about your food; wanted to eat the most
flirtatiously rubicund morsels of tantalizing fruit
before commencing every of your delectable meal,

It was perfectly OK; even if you were overwhelmingly
squeamish about the way you dressed; insatiably
desired to embellish your nimble countenance; with the
finest fraternity of regale silk that was found on the
rustic mountain sheep,

It was perfectly OK: even if you were unfathomably
obsessive about the things you liked and abominably
disliked; at times even waking a countless night on
the incessant trot; to heavenly placate even the most
infinitesimal of your desire,

It was perfectly OK: even if you euphorically danced
without the slightest rhyme or reason at the crackle
of voluptuous midnight; even as the world perpetually
snored in immutably forlorn unison,

O! Yes it was perfectly OK even if you executed the
most wildest of your idiosyncracies; as long as you
indefatigably proliferated God's symbiotically
burgeoning living kind; as long as you invincibly
stood with every sect of humanity; till the time you
aristocratically emanated your very last breath....

1.

It was perfectly OK: even if you assiduously clambered
fathomless nights on the trot; just to mischievously
roll every of your luridly beleaguered senses with the
ultimate epitome of the freezing Himalayas,

It was perfectly OK; even if you uninhibitedly rolled
through marshes of uncouthly untamed wilderness; ardently scratching your frolicking flesh with every conceivable thorn that lay; disdainfully sprawled in vicinity,

It was perfectly OK; even if you unrelentingly chased
unruly dogs in fields of hay; jubilantly philandered
with chuckling hen as the Sun set in spell binding
harmony behind the mesmerizing hills,

It was perfectly OK; even if you sporadically nibbled
at chunks of obnoxiously worthless cheese like a new
born infant; although you had handsomely swept well
past the threshold of eclectic maturity; countless years ago,

O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you exuded into
the most skittish of your tantrums left; right and
wayward center; as long as you perennially bonded with
God's most Omnipotent spirit of love; gloriously
saluted every religion and color alike; as the
religion of divinely mankind.

2.

It was perfectly OK; even if you obsessively waited
for torrential drops of rain to thunderous rain to
pelt; sadly from the heart of a profanely cloudless sky,

It was perfectly OK: even if you were the first
organism on this gargantuan planet to irately
soliloquize words grotesquely upside down; paving an
esoteric pathway of your very own; which had never
ever been replicated on this Universe before,

It was perfectly OK; even if you intransigently wanted
the most ephemeral beauty of this unsurpassably
unending cosmos before your impeccable eyes all the
time; timelessly basking in the glory of nothing else
but sensuously ingratiating graciousness,

It was perfectly OK; even if you uniquely chose to
transgress through the acridly flaming thorns of
truth; while the ostentatiously conventional society
danced in the aisles of horrifically derogatory
manipulation; outside,

O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you drifted every
aspect of your life towards the most unimaginable of
your whims; as long as you philanthropically mitigated
all vindictively assaulted humanity from graveyards of
depravation; as long as you made eternally everlasting
righteousness the sole mantra of your nimble
existence.

3.

It was perfectly OK; even if you ecstatically rollicked in the lap of your revered mother; every unraveling moment of the brilliantly stupendous day; and each wind of the resplendently star studded night,

It was perfectly OK: even if you immutably plucked
stoical blades of lackadaisical grass all life;
intrepidly staring at phlegmatic puffs of robustly
emerald sky to victoriously rejoice,

It was perfectly OK; even if you erred more number of
times than you took quintessentially ravishing breath;
stuttering like a nonchalant skeleton on every
exuberant step that you lamely tread,

It was perfectly OK; even if you profoundly dedicated
infinite births of yours solely to the essence of
majestic artistry; although there was not an
inconspicuous penny in there; and as your robotically
mundane mates minted mines of imperially glittering
gold; outside,

O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you gyrated your
uninhibited countenance solely to the tunes of your
heart; mind; conscience and no one else; as long as
you patriotically dazzle into the rainbows of a
vibrantly optimistic tomorrow; as long as you liberate
every beat of your heart to love the atmosphere of
oneness; to love the atmosphere of Omnipresent human
kind.