The Sacred Drops

Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens, drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, the intoning hallowed water of evergreen woods' crystal cascades, brooks and streams. to adduce the onus lies on doomed humanity to be the savior of the sanctum woods', to rue, who paid no reverence yet to the venerated water of sanctified copse! The immaculate sheer nectar drops while rippling through the hills and meadows, preserved by the rustic folks absolutely isolated from the frenzy reserved mobs. Alas! The competitors of rat race, the votaries of somber brandish feverish blogs, are not blessed even to taste a single ambrosial drop, ordained for the harmless folk. On the edge of the forest, the celestial cascades are crooning from the bamboos and ferny rocks, as the drops from the paradise on the down hills, giggles and rumbles piercing the lavish green dense groves, ripples on the solitary cobbles, lush ferns and drifting logs, stricken the awaiting crinkling rubbles. twirling and rhyming along the wistful wind, caressing the sparkling gleeful wild robes. The chirruping water, emanating from unknown, of those heavenly abodes sacred falls. looks like the silver tears tracks on the deciduous evergreen face of the mounted moulds' aromatic slopes. The pellucid pools at the bottom are varnished so crystal clear with ferns, petals and wildflowers, tasted immense sweet and pure, can't be earthly, while spurting over the fluorescent pebbles and whispering rocks: Gushing, surging, plunging down the ridges, to prove the sight, taste and roar of the elysian locks. While rambling, astounded to behold the flux of preserved pristine woods' divine drops, cascading down from the wild ridge like the emerald lush green biomes' pores. on whose unsullied touch, hails to germinate the spasmodically lying wild scattered seeds zygotes, sluicing, springing down slowly through bamboos and moulds leafy green slippery slopes, amazed to brood, "how those drops are being guarded by the rustic naive folks, to bid adieu to the votaries of greed and plunderers of untarnished woods of sublime drops!" The fluorescent rocks and thick moos so untainted concealed from the unfaithful polluted souls, pitch by pitch, purging softly to touch the uncontaminated Godly vegetation hailed by the sacred drops! The lone odysseys of Silpika @ Solitary woods This poem was composed, a year back in the sacred woodlands of a remote region.