I Was Still Skeptical To Leave You Outside

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

Submitted: May 03, 2018

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Even if the gigantic tree shrunk miserably in size; metamorphosing into an inconspicuously shivering seedling,

Even if the colossal oceans swirling handsomely towards the sky; reduced to a solitary stream; trickling more lackadaisically than the tortoise,

Even if the conglomerate of sinister clouds in the cosmos; condensed to bare bits of dilapidated plain sky,

Even if the incomprehensibly colossal edifice; converted into a wretchedly fluttering and crying stone,

I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and
I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace.

Even if the flamboyantly escalating fire; became a piece of forlorn and thoroughly obsolete coal,

Even if the insurmountably towering mountains; transformed into a festoon of ants with disdainfully fractured legs,

Even if the indefatigably unending fantasy; got pathetically pulverized into monotonous bits of pragmatic reality,

Even if the profoundly poignant streams of scarlet blood; reduced to insipid bits of overwhelmingly stale water,

I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and
I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace.

Even if the diabolically charging striped panther; changed dramatically into a pair of decayed and light weight bones,

Even if the unsurpassably huge swarming battlefield; became a breeding ground for diminutive glow worm and mice,

Even if the richest entities transgressing upon this Universe; ironically started begging bare chested on the rampantly busy streets,
Even if the unfathomable flock of satanic vultures; were now just stripped to a bizarrely mocking caricature of balding feathers,

I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and
I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace.
 
Even if the boisterously bouncing Kangaroos; became infinitesimally stony reflections embodied deep within clammy cocoons of soil,

Even if the incredulously redolent lotus flower; now became a shriveled petal being kicked viciously farther and farther away; with every draught of timid wind,

Even if the most mesmerizing of voices on this planet; reduced to dying whispers; profusely battered to complete absolution in the atmosphere,

Even if the entire globe functioning dynamically under the sweltering Sun; came to an abrupt halt; changing wholesomely into obscure dew drops trapped inside an
obnoxiously corked bottle,

I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and
I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace.


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