At times an inferno of poignantly towering emotions;
while at times a meadow of resplendently blissful
tranquility that stretched for times immemorial,At times an astoundingly prolific bombardment of
restlessness; while at times a river of celestially
milky and exotically unending enchantment,At times an untamed volcano of tantalizing
voluptuousness; while at times as beautifully heavenly
as the mystical mists on the spell bindingly
gregarious mountaintops,At times a ferociously undulating sea of unbelievably
ecstatic exhilaration; while at times the majestically
sleeping castle of fathomless dreams,At times an indefatigably reverberating catharsis of
the countenance; while at times the ingratiatingly
innocuous pearl floating in holistic harmony; at the
bottom of blue sea,At times an impudently overpowering monster
transcending over the realms of pragmatic
sagaciousness; while at times the boundless fleet of
silken birds regally sweeping through the clouds,
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At times a passionately never ending fire that
Omnipotently enlightened the complexion of this dreary
planet; while at times a phlegmatically lazing tortoise; paying an absolute deaf ear to the conventionally turgid society,At times wave of endlessly swirling and enthralling
excitement; while at times a nimble dewdrop
sensitively curled; and waiting for the very first
rays of; fantastically ephemeral dawn,At times a blazingly marching patriotic soldier for
whom even the ghastliest of death caused no fear;
while at times at river of amiably drifting
contentment; in complete synergy with the Lord Divine,At times a profoundly ambiguous wind incessantly
vacillating between the limitless shades of vivacious
life; while at times the rejuvenating incense sticks
of irrefutably sparkling truth,At times an unrelenting cistern of ebullient
happiness; while at times inevitably entrenched by
obfuscated skies of disparaging sadness,At times a perennial whirlwind of insurmountable
rhapsody; while at times a timidly retreating
butterfly sandwiched in cocoons of sordid
remorsefulness,At times a fireball of indefatigably uxorious fantasy
which never ends; while at times an impeccably
sleeping angel wholesomely oblivious to the unfurling
of rapid time,At times an unparalleled storm which took the entire
living race by radically dramatic surprise; while at
times a sheepish leaf wilting towards even the most
infinitesimal draught of breeze,At times carving a way of its very own amidst
countless others engulfed with baseless rigidity;
while at times stooping like an obeisant angel in
front of the Almighty divine,At times an eternally frolicking peacock vividly
flirting behind the hills; while at times fretting and
fuming in the aisles of treacherously betraying
morbidity,At times an unsurpassable caravan of philanthropic
goodness; while at times lured by fabulously eloping
and nubile damsels as the bodies euphorically
titillated in the moon soaked night,O! Yes; at times this; while at times an unfathomable
shade of that; but one thing was intransigently
undeniable; that whether I lived forever in the
paradise of heaven; or whether I forever rotted in the
gallows of hell with the word die; my heart was; is
and would always remain 100% NATURAL.
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If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother - Poems on Environment , Wildlife
PoetryThis compilation of natural poems is a tribute to infinite elements of Mother Nature in its most glorious form. Each poetic stanza brings out the eternal beauty of the 'Natural Habitat' and proves time and again, that wildlife and nature are the two...