You don’t need to teach the voluptuous blanket of
clouds; to torrentially rain,
You don’t need to teach the seductively alluring rose;
to disseminate its scent ubiquitously across the
fathomless Universe,
You don’t need to teach the desert sands; to be
blistering hot; indefatigably throughout their life,
You don’t need to teach the oceans to handsomely
swirl; undulate charismatically as each instant
unfurled,
You don’t need to teach the slithering bodied snake;
to ominously inundate the atmosphere with its flurry
of volatile hisses,
You don’t need to teach the spider to spin its web;
weave of silken sheath of astounding wonder; within
lightening seconds of time,
You don’t need to teach the Sun to poignantly blaze;
deluge every cranny of this famished planet; with
exuberant energy and Omnipotent shine,
You don’t need to teach the frogs to croak; bounce in
ebullient euphoria through mesmerizing puddles of
rain,
You don’t need to teach the resplendently alluring
Moon; to blossom into pearly rays of enchantingly
milky shine,
You don’t need to teach the menacingly gleaming
crocodiles; to pulverize their prey into countless
pieces of delicious chowder,
You don’t need to teach the bird to handsomely fly;
soar like a majestic prince amidst the silken carpet
of clouds; for times immemorial,
You don’t need to teach the lids to flirtatiously
wink; pop down in subtle insinuations to philander and
romance,
You don’t need to teach the winds to drift; casting
their exotic spell and unprecedented melody; upon each
organism that they encountered in their way,
You don’t need to teach the conscience to be
irrefutably righteous; stringently annihilate; even
the most minuscule traces of the lecherously bad,
You don’t need to teach the fish to magnificently
swim; stay with astounding equanimity and stupendous
poise; even in the heart of rampantly deep sea,
You don’t need to teach seeds to sprout into gigantic
trees; incredulously proliferate the gifts of nature;
to perennially continue the chapter of tangible
existence,
You don’t need to teach avalanches of ice to
tantalizingly melt; diffuse into a stream of ravishing
water and supreme contentment,
You don’t need to teach truth to emerge as the
ultimate winner; uniting one and all alike on this
planet; in the bond of philanthropic peace and love,
You don’t need to teach a new born child to cry;
enlighten every bit of gloomily dreary manipulation in
the air; with its wonderfully rhapsodic voice,
And you don’t need to teach the heart to immortally
love; dedicate each of its beats to the entity it
loved; in each birth that it got a chance to throb
once again…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.



