Monday, April 4, 2011

My First and the Last Scientific Poem


"In the Lap of Chaparral"

Is it or isn't it ?
A chaparral or a greenish blancquet,
of the far away "The Mediterranean";
when you gaze through my eyes
you see a heaven on earth,
angels dancing below the Prussian blue sky,
with pinkish aurora,
in the cool, pleasant winter rainfall,
with only 89.6 deg Fahrenheit.
I recall the days, when i often were irresistible,
to play with the moist breeze from the ocean,
which touched my heart at once,
I talked with the broad leaved evergreen sallow,
from which I found the aroma of the Life,
chipmunks were friends,
from them I learned the meaning of eternal friendship of life,
But, But,
look around,
I saw a sudden burst of light, like an abrupt flash of trinitrotoluene,
I can see the fumes conspiring with the nimbostratus,
forming nebulae in the sky.
bush fire hugging the chaparral,
I must help them,
and they must help themselves too.
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Alas, its gone, the paradise lost,They will rise again like a phoenix,
with a new beauty, vigor and richness,
only after a soothing balm of precipitation
to wash away the bane from its life.

P.S. Did you understand the poem ?