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

A PARASITE FROM A PARADISE

Overwhelmed by sedation; in the realms of fathomlessly
enchanting fantasy,

Floating on a blanket of clouds; with a festoon of
seductive fairies dancing incessantly around me,

Embracing the voluptuous coat of verdant grass full
throttle; rampantly rolling in the stupendous blades
till times immemorial,

Perceiving the most incredulous objects in this
Universe; surging astronomically forward than the
spirit of times,

Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More
importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people
made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a
paradise.

Sniffing the mesmerizing aroma of heavenly nectar;
boisterously leaping behind the swarming bees,

Blending majestically with the Sunshine; basking under
in the glory of milky beams of exotic moon,

Admiring the resplendent blanket of glittering stars;
philandering like a price on the summit of velvety
ice,

Saluting the birds soaring high in the ephemeral
evenings; profoundly lost in the cadence of the
Queenly nightingale,

Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More
importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people
made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a
paradise.

Galloping through the fields of blossoming corn;
indefatigably cuddling the innocuous sheep sleeping on
the hills,

Gyrating fervently in the music of the morning cuckoo;
splashing euphorically in an unfathomable ocean of
tangy water,

Daintily caressing the Oligarchic oyster; seductively
swishing the body under the ravishing waterfall that
enigmatically cascaded from the mountain,

Feasting on a celestial meal of rhapsodically fresh
cherries; lying in mute silence on the shimmering
carpet of sea sands,

Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More
importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people
made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a
paradise.

Placing the arms in the lap of insurmountably
bountiful nature; chasing squirrels as they slithered
in sheer ecstasy up the corrugated tree,

Voraciously coating the entire body with a slurry of
tantalizingly wet rain mud; gasping in dumbfounded
astonishment as the mirage loomed larger in the golden
desert soil,

Listening with rapt attention to the incredulously
animated chirping of the amicable parrot; gallivanting
beside the fire as its royal flames crackled in the
midst of marvelous midnight,

Savoring exuberantly cool coconut with rubicund pair
of lips; transiting into a rejuvenating reverie;
boundless decades before this Universe was first
created,

Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More
importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people
made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a
paradise.