What is the need of?

[nikhilparekh]

What is the need of spuriously artificial bulb light;
when we have the natural light of the majestically
fulminating and Omnipotent Sun; ubiquitously
disseminating perpetual rays of hope in every dwelling
besieged with horrendous despair?

What is the need of capriciously artificial cologne
scent; when we have the natural cocoon of vibrantly
blossoming roses in the field; timelessly placating
tumultuously aggrieved nerves with the magic of
fragrant togetherness?

What is the need of bombastically inflated
air-conditioner; when we have the natural draughts of
exuberant breeze; enchantingly blowing to pave a
pathway of rhapsodic ebullience; even in the most
devastated of lives?

What is the need of manipulatively blended factory
made sweetness; when we have unfathomable tons of
natural honey delectably oozing from the
grandiloquentl y rambunctious hives; infiltrating each
beleaguered life with; astronomically priceless
sweetness?

What is the need of vindictively bottled and
artificial spices; when we have indefatigable fields
of piquant chili; the natural waves of the gigantic
ocean; profoundly perpetuating each despicably
shattered life; with the poignant elixir to exotically
survive?

What is the need of sleazily scintillating artificial
jewelry; when we have the marvelously royal oyster;
bountifully culminating into a forest of
ingratiatingly euphoric pearls; enlightening every
dreary heart and the gory retribution of the night;
with milky innocence; alike?

What is the need of the diabolically looming
fortresses of mortal and obdurately insensitive steel;
when we have the natural entrenchments of perennial
mankind; compassionatel y sequestering even the most
tyrannically penurious; in its handsomely sacrosanct
belly?

What is the need of insidiously gaudy color towering
on each road; when we have the vivaciously natural
rainbow shimmering enthrallingly in fathomless bits of
sky; enlightening the life of all those miserably
shattered; with beams of astounding dexterity?

What is the need of seductively raunchy and
pathetically lewd films; when we have the naturally
tantalizing carpet of crimson clouds floating in the
sky; gorgeously titillating even the most remotely
sweltering cranny of this Universe; with thunderbolts
of fascinating rain?

What is the need of lethally venomous guns and an
anarchic arcade of treacherous bombs; when we have the
regally natural blanket of home soil; patriotically
blazing in impregnably triumphant glory; above even
the most diabolically infidel of traitors?

What is the need of lecherously tainted and
ludicrously mechanized cloth; when we have impeccably
natural fields of sprawling cotton; chivalrously
shielding every orphaned and rich alike; in the
heavenly enclosure of its immaculate warmth?

What is the need of bizarrely lugubrious and
artificially made somber coffins; when we have the
naturally celestial trenches of mud; to harbor and
eternally rest the departed mind; body and soul?

What is the need of nonchalantly dolorous strips of
trademarked sunglass; when we have the pricelessly
natural fold of sensuous lids blissfully encapsulating
the drearily exhausted eyeball; imparting it with
heavenly rejuvenation; even under the most
acrimoniously belligerent fireball of Sun?

What is the need of baselessly opulent distilled water
geysers; when we have the exuberantly natural cascades
of the sparkling waterfalls to bathe under; profoundly
reinvigorate even the most morbidly deadened arena of
the crumbling skin?

What is the need of preposterously bludgeoning beats
of the meaningless discotheque; when we have the
naturally melodious and divinely cadence of the
nightingale supremely appease; even the most veritably
extinguishing organs of our body?

What is the need of dastardly computers invidiously
flashing axioms of truth; when we have the innocuous
wails of the freshly born infant; irrefutably
proclaiming the cosmos of unassailable righteousness
every unfurling minute of the day?

What is the need of nonchalantly lackadaisical
tantras; mantras; and religious fanaticism; when we
have the Omnisciently Natural blessings of the
Almighty Lord; to give us the unprecedented tenacity;
of victoriously transcending over the most
horrifically hostile; of path?

What is the need of worthlessly puffed up cylinders of
artificial oxygen; when we have the Omnipresently
natural cisterns of unsurpassably unending air all
around; miraculously pacifying even the most gorily
dying jacket of lungs?

And what is the need of insipidly bulky pacemakers
incessantly trying to revive the beats of the
vanishing heart; when we have the immortally natural
paradise of unconquerable love; not only ensuring that
the heart stayed young forever; but perpetually sought
love and was wonderfully alive? ? ?



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