How could I ever get bored even an infinitesimally
insipid iota ?
When I had the perpetually golden rays of the
blistering midday Sun; filter a path of
scintillatingly righteous courage; through every
cranny of my disastrously impoverished demeanor.
How could I ever get bored even an inconspicuously
non-existent trifle ?
When I had the gregariously cascading waterfalls of
enlightening froth tickle me profusely from all sides;
trigger in me an insatiably euphoric yearning; to
gallop ecstatically forward; through the fields of
mesmerizing life.
How could I ever get bored even a comically minuscule
whisker ?
When I had the voluptuously rustling breeze profoundly
caress each of manipulatively besieged senses;
uninhibitedly freeing me to dance timelessly; till the
boundaries of enchanting eternity.
How could I ever get bored even a diminutively frigid
fraction ?
When I had the melodiously ebullient nightingale
singing right on my shoulder; profusely infiltrating
resplendent rays of hope; into my vindictively cold
blooded existence.
How could I ever get bored even a capriciously tiny
speck ?
When I had the divinely blooming flowers spinning a
web of majestically astounding artistry all across my
gruesomely bereaved senses; tirelessly drifting me
towards an unfathomable ocean of blissful scent.
How could I ever get bored even a parsimoniously
mercurial bit ?
When I had the unfathomable caravan of boisterously
buzzing bees incessantly enshrouding my lifelessly
stoical facial contours; inundate my mockingly dreary
survival with unprecedented enthrallment and tingling
sweetness.
How could I ever get bored even a lackadaisically
lackluster inch ?
When I had the fascinatingly ingratiating Moon shimmer
gorgeously on my despondently disheveled flesh;
seductively caress me with unsurpassable fireballs of
magnificently silken delight.
How could I ever get bored even a languidly
inarticulate centimeter ?
When I had tantalizingly green meadows nestled with
exotic dew drops to rampantly roll in; expunge each
horrendously frustrated ingredient from my despairing
blood; to handsomely blend with the stupendously
reinvigorating soil.
How could I ever get bored even a ghoulishly
asphyxiated bit ?
When I had intransigently aristocratic carpets of
breath embracing my savagely extinguishing nostrils;
irrefutably propelling me each instant to
unflinchingly disseminate the patriotic river of
truth; in every corner of this gigantic earth.
And how could I ever get bored even a trivially
transient second ?
When I had your immortally unassailable love
perennially romancing with my nervously fluttering
heartbeats; when I had your marvelously humanitarian
shadow; which had unconquerably become the sole
reflection of my soul.
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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...
