Myself, a germ who's pending
In her womb to be born over
billions of years.
I desire every time if
it's my turn to be out;
To see the towering peaks,
the amaranthine greens;
The blushing blooms
with the buzzing bees,
And the glaciers that cleanses
the rosy cheeks!
But She wanted me to be
with her for more long;
whilst I wanted to travel
the sheer Globe atleast for
once and finally endorsed
an alternative plan of mine.
Her chantings made me toppled
Into a dormant sleep where
I could see the every inch of Earth;
Outside her womb in a prolix dream!
I have witnessed those four Seasons,
She gifted you with all her heart.
O Spring! you are too ravishing
with these bloomed Crocus, Tulips
and the Lilies of the Valley.
O Summer! your Sunshine is robust
as the Invincible King of Bactria.
The Autum when the maple is red
And the winter's snow flakes are all
lovely!
I have been via all these five eras:
The Prehistorical, Classical , Middle ages, Early Modern and Modern;
It's civilizations cum technological
achievements and all those historical
That at glance seems all great!
And I apaced my voyage aiming
the hastily flying Modern bound
I saw prodigious skyscrapers and edifices erected upon my mom's
ribcage whacking it savagely.
I smell the torpid fishes, dried up rivers
And detrimentally polluted ocean blues.
I feel the astrayed equilibrium in
the weather and seasons by the
Deluge and droughts, cyclones and earth...