If the inkpot was the ocean,
Then
Not all the ink would be enough…
If every quill was a raindrop,
Then
Not all the rain would be enough…
If each page was a flower petal,
Then
Not all the blossoms would be enough…
If every moment was a breath,
Then
Not all the lives would be enough…
To express my love for you.
‘Tis as simple as that –
I love you forever and ever and ever.
‘Til infinity.
Once you understand that
In this Universe, which is 93 billion light-years in diameter,
With a 100 billion galaxies,
And 400 billion stars in the Milky Way galaxy,
With 8 planets revolving around the Sun,
And 5 nonillion living entities on our planet, Earth,
With 8.3 billion humans,
And 22.5 million people born on the same day,
You are the only you,
Then, you have already defied all odds
To just …
Be.
So just …
Be
Your unique self
That completes the tapestry of humanity,
The cherished Earthling,
Spawn of the Sun’s starlight,
Full of galactic stardust,
With matter and antimatter,
With vacuum and plenum,
Everyday…
Just be…
You.
Listen to the garden sing.
Listen to the garden sing as it heralds a new dawn.
A new dawn that echoes the koel’s melodious songs
That are the harbinger of love and hope.
Listen.
Listen to the garden sing.
Listen to the garden sing as the colors splash across the skies.
The colors splash across the skies, and in every dewdrop
That shines on the roses, leaves, and blades of grass.
Listen.
Listen to the garden sing.
Listen to the garden sing, and now, can you hear the silence?
Can you hear the silence of the buds that fell to the ground
Never to unfurl their petals and bloom?
Listen.
Listen to the garden sing.
Listen to the garden sing amidst the sad silence.
The sad silence of each life pushed to the edge of extinction.
Who created the garden?
And who has the right to destroy it?
PS: This poem is an Anaphora
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