An island which you incessantly dream of; but
miserably failed to reach,
A height which is so unsurpassable; that each step you
clamber; still found you on obdurate chunks of rock
bottom ground,
A size so astronomically colossal; that is beyond the
definitions of any size or veritable proportion,
A tunnel so perpetually unending; that perennial
blackness engulfed you even if you took birth
relentlessly; for countless centuries,
A land where no palpable organism can dare to
transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty
Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would
continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land
of INFINITE INFINITY.
A wave so mammoth; that rose and handsomely swirled
even unimaginable kilometers above the vivacious
clouds,
A ray so unprecedented; that indefatigably pierced
even the most obsolete corner of this Universe with
its overwhelmingly stringent light,
A shadow so profoundly mystical; that refrained to
subside even after the ghastly blanket of profuse
darkness; had wholesomely set in,
A voice so incredulously echoing; that it kept eluding
you unrelentingly as it collided like a fulminating
tornado against the cold rocks,
A land where no palpable organism can dare to
transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty
Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would
continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land
of INFINITE INFINITY.
A book so incomprehensibly long; that you remained on
the front page; even after browsing for decades
unfathomable,
A painting so enigmatically fascinating; that each
time you saw it; it metamorphosed into a myriad of
fathomless shades,
A tree so astoundingly gigantic; that kept blossoming
and proliferating into innumerable branches; as each
second unfurled,
A storm so cyclonic; which continued even after the
entire planet had slept; caressing every object on
this globe with passionate cloudbursts of breeze,
A land where no palpable organism can dare to
transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty
Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would
continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land
of INFINITE INFINITY.
A mountain with its summit augmenting till times
beyond eternity; stretching over the most bizarre
point of imagination,
A fantasy tumultuously surpassing the realms of
unbelievable perception; incorrigibly refraining to
quell even after inevitable death,
A cloud whispering an unending tale of existence; with
majestic streaks of white lightening royally
encompassing every tangible and intangible entity in
the inferno of its untamed ferocity,
A mission impossible for anyone to comprehend even an
inconspicuous fraction of; a challenge which even the
mightiest of mighty pathetically floundered to
accomplish,
A song which tirelessly continues to inexplicably
haunt every living being; right since the first day of
nascent life,
A land where no palpable organism can dare to
transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty
Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would
continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land
of INFINITE INFINITY.
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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...
