Grow More Trees Poem by Nikhil Parekh

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.