Wounded World Poem by Radhuga Sreekumar Geetha

An apology to mother nature.Meaning: Her flawless skin which was studded with pearl like dews adorned the dressshe worewhich looked like a silver over flowing mass after bathing in a pond of mercury.The pleats of the frock resembled the rose petal arrangement. The pleats rubbed each other and on doing so sparked blood red butterflies to life. The area she walked over bore rainbow colored primroses. Her hair resembled onyx, black gem stone made into thread and from them arose ambrosia that filled the air. When I saw her smile, the smile that is the real inpiration behind sunshine in this world, my life became like shooting stars enchanted with ecstasy. Her touch that inoculates elixir softened my heart to kiwi feather filled pillow. My sorrows disappeared when I looked into her eyes where everybody falls in love with their reflection.Such a wonderful lady has been hurted by me today and I have broken her heart. She stands undermoon but even her sorrow filled crying face is far more beautiful than moon with all its craters. Her tears over flowed and formed a pond in which her reflection and moon's reflection fell side by side resembling a photocollage. Her tear drops give rise to swans which rush to stop her from crying. Oh to know that I am the reason behind this sorrow. Her sorrow has turned the world sorrow.I have wounded this world