A Parasite From A Paradise

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 24, 2018

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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.


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