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Battles Of Bouquet And Books!
Battles Of Bouquet And Books!
Flowers with myriad hue
Always makes us jovial
When It started to fester
Only to increase the fertility of soil nature's floor in rapture
Though the obituary of the flower being alone crafted by nature
Where the ephemeral grandeur obliterated by its existence in quick departure
But it enables plants to thrive more in future with vigor
Only to ensure its continuity with a unique flavor!
Our tendency being designed by nature
Where we carry bouquet to satiate our fraternity with an amicable gesture
It has become our attribute
To offer bouquet, whether in nuptial, felicitation or demise with a grand tribute
But how can we forget
The reflection we receive from nature makes an indelible mark in our mindset?
It is we who admire colors
Which nature bestow to navigate our trait and statures
But we human having a sense beyond reflection
Which alone can script our received reflection in an innovative inscription
From where we derive our distinct design
Books we eventually invent to translate our wisdom in the passage of time
Thus human civilization progressed with grand triumph and jubilation
Only to prove human beings are only entitled to be accepted as supreme and champion
To overbear nature by continuously striving
Our attire alone bears the testimony we are continuously fighting against nature
To only establish we are truly supreme to justify our nomenclature!
Flowers when dropping from the tree
It loses all its glamour and natural glee
Flowers with myriad hue and amazing appraisal
Always makes us jovial
We are delighted by our visual treat
How could we envisage our eyes are too nature's unique gift?
To soothe our souls
Nature's inherent music makes an indelible impact on our hearts in manifold
Truly the bounty nature endow to us
It enables us to refresh our minds in the chorus!
But books are a purely human endeavor
Which is the only tool to evolve our prosperity
Alas! we are now tending not to express our solidarity
Which alone is the only friend to give delight to us perpetually
Even when we are in a state of solitary
We are nowadays not fatigued to carry a bouquet
Whether in fanciful ceremony or in plaintive company
Discarding books and accepting floral tribute has become our ornamental trait
Which only bears our emotional attribute in haste
When we know that emotions cause the only riot to our reasons
Still I wonder, how we are forced to be arrested in nature's treason
Where our ability to think is being eclipsed
How could we indulge to be carried away by nature's deceiving trick?
Becoming numb and follow nature's whims blindly
We are unknowingly beckoning our own jeopardy
Only to facilitate our ruin
Centuries long civilization will turn into a relic, not bothering our conscious endeavor and dreams!
Wink of an eye we will be perpetually decimated by nature's intriguing trick
What a mystic blow
From the big bang to the black hole only restrict our natural flow
No Colosseum, no museum will eventually exist
To represent our acumen as supreme in this planet
Devastation and destruction we human alone can ensure
To script our glory as well gory in nature's floor!
