Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Grow more trees; profoundly disseminate the essence of


symbiotically majestic existence; to even the most remotely fathomless quarters of this gigantic Universe, 


 


Grow more trees; marvelously diffuse the shades of


resplendent tranquility; to all those souls mercilessly bereaved in the corpses of truculently bizarre manipulation, 


 


Grow more trees; astoundingly spawn a civilization of


gloriously rejuvenating freshness; on every remorsefully treacherous graveyard of abhorrent prejudice, 


 


Grow more trees; irretrievably feel like the most


blessed organism alive; although your pockets didn't


have even the most inconspicuous of currency coin, 


 


Grow more trees; handsomely evict yourself from the


sanctimonious cigar smoke and wine; letting the pious


energy in your soul; gush out like streaks of


torrential lightening in the Kingly sky, 


 


Grow more trees; become the most benign harbinger of


all mankind; astonishingly transmitting God's message


of immaculate peace; via the entrenchment of fruitful serenity, 


 


Grow more trees; bountifully embrace the winds of


mesmerizing peace and evergreen happiness; for infinite more births of your yet to unveil, 


 


Grow more trees; Omnisciently metamorphose the


unfathomable ocean of heinously malicious


adulteration; into the sky of beautifully enthralling harmony, 


 


Grow more trees; ubiquitously propagate the essence of


triumphant equality; amongst immortals and


monotonously wandering mortals; handsomely alike, 


 


Grow more trees; let the philanthropic river of


melody; be the only divine virtue; that flowed


everlastingly on this fathomlessly eclectic planet, 


 


Grow more trees; ingeniously innovate more ardently


than ever before; with the exhilaratingly ebullient


breeze; taking wholesome control of your disastrously


dwindling mind; body and soul, 


 


Grow more trees; stringently prevent the rot of


disdainfully fretful disease; uninhibitedly allowing


the balm of ingratiatingly sacrosanct mother nature; 


to heal even the most inexplicably gory of your wounds, 


 


Grow more trees; divert the corpses of victimizing


hatred towards the coffins of egregious oblivion; with


immortal love taking complete control of your nimble life, 


 


Grow more trees; boundlessly sparkle like the pearl of


unfettered victory; to coin the milestones flamboyantly scintillating success; transcending beyond the realms of fulfilling paradise, 


 


Grow more trees; unrelentingly watch a valley of


pristine togetherness unleash; in every conceivable


direction that you dared to tread, 


 


Grow more trees; feel stupendously closer to your


trail of fascinatingly aboriginal rudiments; amiably


blending with the feathers of silken goodness, 


 


Grow more trees; intransigently gain more inspiration


to coalesce with those haplessly staggering; 


endeavoring your best to wholeheartedly accept all


living kind; jubilantly alike, 


 


Grow more trees; let the indiscriminate stab holes of


lecherous traitors; be washed forever with the


endlessly forgiving fountain of mother nature, 


 


Grow more trees; timelessly transform all traces of


maniacally obsessive behavior; into an unsurpassable


sea of heavenly sensuousness, 


 


Grow more trees; let the entrenchment of unparalleled


seduction; creep into your murderously plotting soul; every unfurling minute of the Sunlit day and burgeon more prolifically in the complexion of the wonderfully star-studded night, 


 


Grow more trees; magnificently dance to the tunes of


holistic survival; with the profoundly fabulous spread


of the peacocks feathers; tickling your insane senses


as water tumbled down from crimson sky, 


 


Grow more trees; blissfully enshroud yourself with the


mantra of unconquerable humanity; insurmountably


tantalizing every ingredient of your brutally famished


blood; with a gorge of panoramically unbelievable ecstasy, 


 


Grow more trees; Omnipresently substitute the


torturously tyrannical lechery of blistering sands; 


with overwhelmingly conjuring meadows of parrot green, 


 


Grow more trees; bid a permanent goodbye to


derogatorily penalizing smoke; kicking its threadbare


visage away with strokes of vibrantly ravishing compassion, 


 


Grow more trees; exotically attract untamed


cloudbursts of poignantly thunderous rain; regally


sweeping boundless landscapes of sleazy grime; with


the most priceless blessings of the Almighty Lord, 


 


Grow more trees; insatiably mesmerize even the most


obfuscatedly alien and blood stained entities; with


the aristocratic drapery of incomprehensibly unlimited fantasy, 


 


Grow more trees; gorgeously erupt into thundershowers


of ardently blazing desire; with the vividly Oligarchic rustling of the leaves splendidly transiting you into impregnable sleep at the onset of night, 


 


Grow more trees; let the beautifully philandering


artist in you fulminate out to the most unprecedented


limits;  celestially deluging every gruesomely barren


cranny of this earth; with royal graciousness, 


 


Grow more trees; let the fruits of divinely


fructifying nature be your never ending companion; 


melanging with your benign spirit till the absolute


end of your time, 


 


Grow more trees; be perennially seated on thrones of innocuously embellishing prosperity; with the unparalleled majesty of the intoxicating atmosphere forming bonds of unassailable camaraderie with your  impeccable conscience, 


 


Grow more trees; inhale unending mountains of


gregariously fresh breath; into the jacket of your


abominably pulverized and salaciously deteriorating lungs, 


 


Grow more trees; waft the scent of holistically


undefeatable mankind; to every entity satanically


entangled in the ghastly deadlock of macabre war, 


 


 


Grow more trees; tirelessly reminisce the moments of


your immaculately intrepid childhood; with the


boisterous chattering of the profusely rain soaked


sparrows; euphorically putting all your traumatizing


sorrow to a perpetual rest, 


 


Grow more trees; wonderfully interact with


Omnipotently endowing nature at close quarters; sowing


the seeds of irrefutably sparkling truth; on every


stony lane besieged with forlorn lies, 


 


Grow more trees; let the waves of synergistically


united existence; replace all vindictive apprehensions


of caste; creed; religion and spurious tribe, 


 


Grow more trees; fabulously encapsulate the whites of


your pathetically dwindling eye; with the unfathomably


vivacious elixir of charismatically blessing life, 


 


Grow more trees; poignantly invite the heavenly


festoon of scarlet clouds; even in the most


acrimoniously unsparing of afternoon sunlight, 


 


Grow more trees; relentlessly rejoicing in the most


versatile creation of the Almighty Creator; beautifully replenishing each element of your waveringly fatigued demeanor; with the unshakably sacred colors of life, 


 


Grow more trees; enticingly let the indomitable


whirlpools of passionate desire; magically swell in


every horrifically depleted region; of your


barbarically betraying body, 


 


Grow more trees; witness God's most revered process of


procreation; symbiotically evolve as each day unveiled


into the romantically iridescent night, 


 


Grow more trees; forever acclimatize with the tunes of


blossoming laughter; wholesomely repelling even the


most infidel trace of negativity in your persona; to


the firmament of hell from where it had originally arisen, 


 


Grow more trees; let the chapter of godly existence


continue forever and ever and ever; and this time with


the Omniscient mantra of LIVE AND LET LIVE; 


irrefutably culminating from your splendidly


purposeful and patriotically dedicated stride.



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