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»Human - 1

 

I just couldn’t make out his name; simply by looking
into his innocently hazel eyes,

I just couldn’t make out his religion; simply by
gauging the pace of his walk; the lanes on which he
traveled,

I just couldn’t make out the place he might be
residing; simply by staring at the color of his
clothes,

I just couldn’t make out the money he had incarcerated
in his pocket; simply by casting a look at the back of
his trouser,

I just couldn’t make out the words he might be
extremely fond of; simply by the shade of his lips,

I just couldn’t make out his passions in life; the
things he had an insatiable zeal for; simply by
admiring his supreme height,

I just couldn’t make out the color of blood flowing in
his veins; simply by glancing a trifle at his rubicund
skin,

I just couldn’t make out the dreams engulfing his
mind; simply by witnessing his mystical shadow,

I just couldn’t make out whether he was married or
not; by simply listening to his authoritative voice,

I just couldn’t make out the exact size of his shoe;
simply by running my fingers nimbly across his fading
footprints,
I just couldn’t make out the destination he was going
to; simply by viewing the bag he held stubbornly in
his fortified palms,

I just couldn’t make out the speed of his heart; the
turbulence that might going on inside; by simply
casting one look beneath his shirt inundated with
profuse sweat,

I just couldn’t make out the abuses he had spoken a
little while ago; simply by straining my ears to his
present voice,

I just couldn’t make out the fraternity of clothes he
vehemently adored; by simply peering at his existing
pair of bedraggled coat and trousers,

I just couldn’t make out the insects that had stung
him all throughout his life; simply by spotting the
fresh bruises sprawled incoherently on his arms,

I just couldn’t make out the actual strength and
tenacity he possessed in his demeanor; simply by
standing abreast by his side for a few racy seconds,

I just couldn’t make out the taste circumventing his
greedy tongue; simply by peeking a glimpse at the
morsels of left over bread neatly sandwiched in his
fists,

I just couldn’t make out his ability to memorize; the
pedigree of intelligence that lingered in his brain;
simply by gawking at his bushy eyebrows and moderately
square forehead,

And the more I saw him; the more frustrated I became;
as I just couldn’t make out head or tail about his
entity; the inscrutable quandaries enveloping his
life,

So at the end when there seemed no alternative; and
the inexorably urge to talk to him became more
prominent than the thunderously deafening clouds; I
chose the simplest option; I audaciously mustered
strength to call him; addressed him boldly as
'HUMAN'…




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»Human Emotions

 

I SWOONED, COLLAPSING on the ground like a pack of
plastic cards,
after viewing ghastly images of Dracula on the silver
screen.


I burst into fits of laughter, somersaulted wildly with
my intestines aching,
as the talented comedian coated his face with slimy
egg yolk.


I sobbed in unrelenting hysteria when one of kin
left for heavenly abode,
envisaged the dismal life to be led, bereft of his
captivating presence.


I contorted my face in creases of unbearable agony,
as an army of red ant stung supple arenas of my skin.


I danced tenaciously with mounting spurts of
exuberance,
after clearing rigorous impediments of the final
examination.


I uttered syllables at unprecedented speeds,
with my tongue swishing against dark cavities of
teeth,
when quizzed by the police for my catalogue of
misdeeds.


I rapidly exhaled trapped air in my lungs,
as I clambered up the terrain in a bid to reach the
ultimate pinnacle.


I blushed an austere amount of scarlet crimson,
when caught red handed stealing warm blood apples from
the tree.


I riveted my gaze towards amber streaks of the distant
horizon,
stared in mute silence as the sun finally sank behind
towering peaks of the
mountain.


I slept in a tranquil bliss spinning romantic webs in
dreamy sedation,
after assiduous amounts of labor executed in the
steaming sun.


I felt relieved of Herculean strings laden with
tension,
after gliding through Luke warm waters of the
sparkling pool.


I felt uncensored avenues of my heart throb at
rollicking pace,
as the person i desired waded slowly past my groping
vision.


I felt thoroughly gratified with existing vagaries of
life,
if I was fed with abundant morsels of food in the day,
impregnated with gallons of mineral water divested of
bacteria,
given a mattress of pure spongy grass to sleep,
admiring the exotic pattern of stars all throughout
the vigils of sultry
night…..


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»Human God

 

He who recognizes the fertility of land; by mere caress of the strewn soil,
Smelling the scent emanating as he tramples the mud; is indeed a true farmer.

He who recognizes burglars; by simply looking straight in their eye,
Intricately reading their jugglery of body movement; complexion of their
brutal face;
is a true policeman.

He who comprehends the arrival of a cyclonic storm; by the rise and fall of
sea waves,
The turbulent clouds obliterating the stars; gusty draughts of wind blowing;
is a true sailor.

He who can perceive the entire structure of the grandiloquent building;
without even
constructing it,
By articulately sketching its labyrinth of outlines; is a true architect.

He who can explicitly understand the disease of an individual; without asking
him to divulge his lengthy background,
By innocuously touching his pulse; is a true doctor.

He who can confidently proclaim the denomination of a currency note;
without seeing
a trace of it with the eye,
By scrupulously feeling its texture; weighing its body; is a true businessman.

He who can write voraciously at all times of the day; without a
luxurious ambience of rain and tropical forest,
Tumultuously exercising dormant arenas of his invincible brain; is a true writer.

He who can dive head on in the fathomless valley; bereft of a parachute
strapped on his back,
Gleefully gliding down whispering sedately to the floating birds; is a
true adventurer.

He who can fight the greatest of war without a sword; conquering the
mightiest with
prowess of his speech,
Pacifying the most pugnacious by his benevolent ideas; is a true warrior.

He who spreads his entangled net in deep water; going abysmally far inside
the sea,
Encountering acerbic waves and swirling storms; is a true fisherman.

He who sends the leather ball whistling past the fence; astronomical distances
into the spectator stands; by the silken caress of his bat,
Running onerously on the field; bolstering the spirit of his team; is a true
cricketer.

He who recites his dialogues without actually mugging them; speaking
with tremendous
empathy in his eyes,
Blended with loads of charisma in his demeanor; an ingratiating
ability to captivate audiences;
is a true actor.

He who innovates a plethora of incredible formulae; without referring
to the rules
and bulky manuscripts,
Adhering to ingenuous concepts nurtured in his brain; is a true scientist.

He who can sketch mesmerizing shades of nature; synchronized patterns
of human beings,
Without actually getting a chance to confront them; with a mediocre
looking pencil; is a true artist.

He who can detect the problem in an automobile; by simply listening
to the whirring of its engine,
Without peeping into its interior crevices; testing its spark; is a true mechanic.

He who can predict our future meticulously without knowing our date of birth;
the
exact time we were born,
By simply glancing at our face; without reading the lines embossed in our palms;
is a true astrologer.

And he who can understand pain and overwhelming affliction; intense
anguish of the bereaved,
The tyranny of being mutilated; sleepless nights of the destitute without
consuming adequate food; helping such people achieve their goals;
is a true HUMAN GOD.



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»Human Heart

 

No complications; not even the slightest trace of
mystery engulfing it,

No glamour; not even the most minuscule essence of
salacious lechery embedded in it,

No discrimination; not even an infinitesimal feeling
of racism encompassing it,

No hatred; not even a whisker of deceitful sound
emanating from it,

No flattery; not even the tiniest space of
sanctimonious thought enveloping it,

No artificiality; not even the most inconspicuous iota
of debauchery penetrating it,

No revenge; not even a diminutive particle of
vindictive belligerence embodied in it,

No lies; not even the remotest sign of manipulation
lingering close to it,

No pompousness; not even the thinnest cloud of
formality entrapped in it,

No hostility; not even the most obsolete form of
rampant massacre encapsulating it,

No stardom; not even the spurious feeling of
worthlessly being something encircling it,

No frigidity; not even the most bizarre sign of
perilous old age permeating it,

No infidelity; not even the most ethereal insinuations
of betrayal puncturing it,

No makeup; not even the most nascent forms of
glitterati hovering around it,

No sadness; not even the most microscopic bits of
deplorable gloom circulating around it,

No color; not even the most insipid tinge of haughty
design circumventing it,

No cowardice; not even the faintest shadow of fear and
retreat entrenching it,

No age; not even the most dreadful dwindling of bones
affecting it,

No rest; not even the most thunderous sleep at
nightfall ceasing or having any impact on it,

No price; not even the entire wealth amalgamated
together in this world able to purchase it,

Only love, desire, an overwhelmingly stupendous ardor
to live; an immortal spirit of nostalgia; was how I
would; and am sure all of you would choose to describe
the violently palpitating and volatile HUMAN HEART….






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»Human Tendency

 

If I asked you to choose from verdant landscapes of the mountain; and
the
blistering flames of fire,
I am sure you would prefer to philander through the leafy foliage;
relishing
the scent of newly born dew-drops.

If I asked you to choose from exotically flavored ice-cream; and fetid
rivulets of debris gushing at vibrant velocities from the gutter,
I am sure you would prefer to nibble at the frozen cream; sipping it
gently
down the veins of your throat.

If I asked you to choose from the rollicking dolphins; and the
ominously
gargantuan shark,
I am sure you would prefer to play with the dolphin; riding on its back
with
the frothy ocean waves striking your naked skin.

If I asked you to choose from a bed of flocculent skin; and the
disdainfully
dangling century old cobweb,
I am sure you would prefer to blissfully sleep on the Dunlop; let the
vibrations of fantasy take a stranglehold of your dreams.

If I asked you to choose from the scintillating oyster; and a string of
profoundly venomous thorns,
I am sure you would prefer to explore the pearls incarcerated inside
the
shell; let their intense radiance add a sparkle to your dreary eyes.

If I asked you to choose from the crystalline streams of water; and
fuming
pints of hostile acid,
I am sure you would prefer to stand beneath the falls; enjoy the cool
liquid
cascade down your persona.

If I asked you to choose from a grandiloquent houseboat; and the
unwashed
body of a stray pig,
I am sure you would prefer to romanticize in the aisles of desire;
admire the
mystical view unfurl as the steamer traversed forward.

If I asked you to choose from the dwelling perched high up in the
silken
clouds; and the ghastly interiors of a Lions den,
I am sure you would prefer to float in the mesmerizing sky; rekindle
your
senses with every droplet of intermittent rain.

If I asked you to choose from perennial love; and a land of baseless
hatred,
I am sure you would prefer to submerge yourself into the sweetness of
sharing;
the immortal fruit of romance.

If I asked you to choose from your mother; and the uncouth society
brutally
whipping you at umpteenth quarters,
I am sure you would prefer to nestle in the arms of the entity who
procreated
you; stare into her impeccable eyes for eternity.

If I asked you to choose from omnipotent God; and the hideously
distorted long
toothed devil,
I am sure you would prefer to kneel down at the feet of the creator;
imbibe
the essence of his ideals to propagate them far and wide in this world.

And If I asked you to choose from life; and gruesomely torturous death,
I am sure the HUMAN TENDENCY in you would propel you to live; fight for
your
survival; amidst an ambience blended with pure and adulterated mortals
wandering around.







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»Humanitarian Sect

 

Be it overwhelmingly tall; or be it the shortest man
on this astronomically majestic Universe,

Be it preposterously obese; or be it a marvelously
perfect angel with gloriously sparkling body contours,

Be it robustly pink; or be it the most horrendously
ungainly looking man wandering on the trajectory of
this mesmerizing planet,

Be it an impeccable messiah; or be it the most
salaciously manipulative entity; entangled in a web of
commercially bizarre malice,

O! Yes; Be it any religion or even the most oblivious
of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody’s
veins was a poignant scarlet; so c’mon mates lets
relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and
immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly
priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT….

2….

Be it incomprehensibly penurious; or be it an organism
blessed with all the unfathomable embellishment of
this earth,

Be it immaculately white; or be it a human more
horrifically blacker than sordid charcoal in veritable
complexion,

Be it an insipidly inconspicuous laggard; or be it the
most stupendously fastest and euphoric man on this
boundless Universe,

Be it ominously infertile; or be it the most
articulately blossoming artist evolving insatiably
compassionate enigma; on every step that he blissfully
transgressed,

O! Yes; Be it any continent or even the most oblivious
of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody’s
veins was a poignant scarlet; so c’mon mates lets
relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and
immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly
priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT….

2…

Be it irrefutable Hindu; or be it a resolute
Mohammedan sacredly chanting in the Omnipotent mosque;
tirelessly all day and night,

Be it intransigently staunch; or be it an individual
uninhibitedly unleashing into a fountain of eternally
resplendent freedom; every unfurling minute of the
brilliant day,

Be it voluptuously charismatic; or be it a rudimentary
rustic buffoon; wandering wholesomely bereft of even
the most capricious of knowledge of this enchanting
planet,

Be it a sagaciously chivalrous philosopher; or be it a
pathetically illiterate beggar cacophonically wailing
on the discordantly uncouth streets,

O! Yes; Be it any tribe or even the most oblivious of
dialect; the color of blood running in everybody’s
veins was a poignant scarlet; so c’mon mates lets
relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and
immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly
priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT….

3….

Be it abominably prejudiced; or be it an
altruistically regale spirit celestially and
ubiquitously diffusing the scintillating essence of
mankind,

Be it ingeniously innovative; or be it an obnoxiously
dumb human; not knowing how to use even his vividly
big thumb,

Be it piquantly sharp and truculently volatile; or be
it a living being as placid as the miraculously
placating midnight Moon,

Be it malevolently disgruntled; or be it an entity who
existed for nothing else but; ecumenically
disseminating the spirit of ingratiating happiness,

O! Yes; Be it any culture or even the most oblivious
of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody’s
veins was a poignant scarlet; so c’mon mates lets
relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and
immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly
priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT….

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»Humanitarianly Alive

 

Whether my eyes were perpetually closed; or whether
they indefatigably stared towards the flamboyantly
sparkling Sun; for times immemorial,

Whether my palms languidly lazed under mammoth
hillocks of worthless sand; or whether they
articulately evolved grandiloquently exquisite
artistry every unfurling minute of my destined life,

Whether my hair dolorously stuck like insipidly
parasitic worms to my gloomy scalp; or whether they
ravishingly swished till beyond the realms of
bountiful paradise; with the exhilaratingly brazen
wind,

Whether my lips invidiously clenched into a ballistic
grimace; or whether they unfurled into a perennial
festoon of; voluptuously charismatic smiles,

Whether my blood ruthlessly froze in my endless
conglomerate of veins; or whether it gloriously
spawned countless more; of my innocuously holistic
kind,

Whether my bones deliberately sagged into a
disdainfully pathetic heap; or whether they
euphorically galloped forward in the marvelously royal
and spell binding fervor of majestic life,

Whether my shadow ominously abhorred even the most
celestial entity trespassing it; or whether it
embraced all religion; caste; creed and color; in
opulent symposiums of mankind; blissfully and alike,

Whether my cheeks insidiously rotted with murderously
debilitating disease; or whether they blushed to a
scarlet more poignantly fiery than thunderous
lightening in fathomless sky,

Whether my feet ludicrously slept like a demon for
countless more births; or whether they astoundingly
crafted a township of irrefutably priceless
righteousness; on every step that they heavenly tread,

Whether my stomach remained treacherously starved
without even the most minuscule element of food; or
whether it replenished its delectable interiors; with
all appetizing aroma and goodness of Mother Nature,

Whether my teeth radiated a gorily morbid yellow even
in the most gruesome of blackness; or whether they
blazed like an immaculately scintillating pearl;
irrevocably clinging to the; unconquerably sacred womb
of mankind,

Whether my brain transited to more a state more dumber
than the salaciously penurious dustbin; or whether it
gorgeously fantasized to the most unprecedented
limits; weaving a tale of incredible intrigue and
handsome innovation,

Whether my voice crumbled to derogatorily discordant
nothingness; or whether it placated even the most
tyrannically deadliest of devils; with the marvelously
royal cadence in its; timelessly ebullient sounds,

Whether my sweat stunk like a boundless pulverized
tomatoes and dead fish; or whether it Omnisciently
shimmered; in the rhapsodically divine euphoria of
vivaciously vibrant life,

Whether my ears maneuvered only towards the sounds of
sleazily bawdy raunchiness; or whether they
miraculously drifted towards; even the most faintest
cry of horrendously inexplicable despair,

Whether my shoulders disastrously sank infinite
kilometers beneath the remorseful corpse even in the
pristine prime of life; or whether they hoisted all
those in despicably horrific suffering; towards their
abodes of eternally gratifying compassion,

Whether my conscience harbored precariously sinister
spirits of the corpulently evil; or whether it
culminated into an ocean of perpetually unassailable
righteousness; even as hell torrentially rained from
the cosmos,

Whether my breath lackadaisically contorted and cursed
every moment of gorgeously bedazzling life; or whether
it bequeathed mesmerizing whirlpools of sacrosanct
existence; with every puff of fiery air that it
exhaled,

And whether my heart morbidly pledged to relinquish
each of its beats; or whether it immortally
palpitated; invincibly enveloped by a wave of
unconquerably endowing love,

It was you; you; and only you O! Divine Beloved; who
encapsulated every cranny of my blood; body and
impoverished breath; not only making me feel the
richest organism on planet earth; but giving me a
holistically humanitarian reason; to be forever
human; and to forever be humanitarianly alive…..

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»Humanity and Happiness

 

Bring life to your devastatingly chapped and gloomy
lips; with a gorgeous ocean of profusely amicable
smiles,

Bring life to your dolorously isolated and groping
eyes; with a poignant river of boundlessly emphatic
beauty,

Bring life to your pathetically dried and shriveled
veins; with a vivacious sky of piquantly crimson
blood,

Bring life to your ludicrously staggering and maimed
brain; with perennial rivers of seductively
mesmerizing fantasy,

Bring life to your horrendously famished and dithering
stomach; with exquisite cuisine’s of ravishingly
exotic food,

Bring life to your ruthlessly jaded and orphaned
palms; with a vivid fountain of magically inexplicable
destiny lines,

Bring life to your pathetically dwindling and
despondent ears; with an endless forest of mystically
resplendent sounds,

Bring life to your treacherously lambasted and
tyrannized cheeks; with untamed fireballs of
ecstatically dancing exuberance,

Bring life to your insipidly malignant and termite
ridden hair; with a marvelous waterfall of blissful
sandalwood paste,

Bring life to your languidly incoherent and sleepy
fingers; with a scintillating rainbow of magnificently
royal pearl rings,

Bring life to your incorrigibly dumb and insidiously
slimy tongue; with a torrentially uninhibited
whirlpool of fabulously silken voice,

Bring life to your savagely fluttering and
extinguishing shadow; with a fascinating tornado of
bountifully spell binding enchantment,

Bring life to your rustically bohemian and perilously
stagnating feet; with the timelessly majestic pathways
of eternally bequeathing artistry,

Bring life to your horrifically sagging and irately
dysfunctional eyelids; with an unfathomable mountain
of impeccably flirtatious winks,

Bring life to your icily stoned and turgidly abhorrent
neck; with an acrobatically ebullient island of
incessantly drifting movement,

Bring life to your murderously crippled and sardonic
imagery; with an insatiable paradise of exuberantly
frolicking angels,

Bring life to your monotonously manipulative and
blatantly lying conscience; with the Omnipotent light
of irrefutably sacrosanct humanity,

Bring life to your despicably withering and
tumultuously tortured nostrils; with the Omniscient
panache of voluptuously divine breath,

Bring life to your lecherously betrayed and shattered
heart; with the one and only religion of unsurpassably
immortal love,

And bring life to your satanically broken and
commercially convoluted life; with the everlasting
tonic of unassailable humanity and happiness


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»Hunch Backed Camel

 

It bore the acrimonious tyranny of scorching sun round the year;
leaving bold
footprints in the dust it tread,

Traversed incessantly through blistering soil; with sandy winds blowing
across
its eyes,

Ambled languidly in the brilliant day; increasing its pace a trifle at
the
onset of night,

Intermittently munched parrot green tentacles of rustic cactus;
immensely
relished the dry meal of leaf and thorn,

Occasionally rubbed its slender neck against the sandpaper skin of wild
tree;
raising its eyes toward the almighty residing in heaven,

Angrily swished the scanty clusters of hair on its tail; to drive away
scores
of petulant mosquitoes,

Wore a bedraggled rope dangling loose from its neck; a cushioned saddle
riveted to its angular sculptured body; Intricate pieces of leather
wound to
its mouth; to maneuver it through labyrinth of routes,

Possessed a firm pair of hooves; which glistened all the more
profoundly in
the sunbeams and looked mesmerizing under the placid moon,

Had a slimy nose with gaping nostrils; which remained wet despite the
acrid
warmth irrevocably prevailing,

Spawned many of its kind; suckling its young ones utterly bereft of a
cloistered shade,

Walked marathon distances in a single day; unrelentingly stepping on
islands
of steaming land,

Stooped down as much as it could; when confronted with tumultuous
whirlpools
blowing with full might,

Moaned in high pitched exuberance as it sighted a solitary stream;
storing the
water for months till it found a fresh source,

Gallantly fought an army of disdainful crabs; audaciously kicked loose
rocks
that came its way,

Seldom shed its tears; overwhelmingly inspiring those who feared life
to come
out of their nonexistent shells,

Had a passion to bask under the dazzling sun; thoroughly detested
crystal blue
patches in the sky being obfuscated by clouds,

It had remained as stoical as omnipotent god under the most bizarre of
circumstances; refraining to flounder under the pugnacious heat,

Was quite glad to adopt the sizzling silver sands as its companion for
life;
even dreaming about the same while in deep sleep,

I offer my humble salutations to this silent warrior; as my 'HUNCH
BACKED
CAMEL' carries me through the colossal expanse of the Sahara desert.



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»Hunger for Hunger….

 

Hunger for inimitably insatiable fame; an inherent longing to be known by the entire Universe; for every philanthropically ingenious thing that you ever did,

Hunger for even the most infinitesimally sparkling fruits of Mother Nature; blissfully replenishing your diabolically emaciated intestines; with the gifts of symbiotically natural creation,

Hunger for fathomless rays of the Omnipotent Sun; brilliantly streaming each morning through your window; wondrously ameliorating your brutally frazzled soul; to the aisles of unassailable paradise,

Hunger for inscrutably tantalizing adventure; the timelessly mystical pathways of the uncannily exhilarating and unknown; greeting you wholeheartedly at every juncture of life,

Hunger for majestically unparalleled aristocracy; unceasingly languishing in the most pricelessly embellished castles; and seated upon the ultimate throne of superiority; with countless more of your fellow kind,

Hunger for indefatigably assimilating the principles of symbiotic existence; and then tirelessly applying the same in even the most ephemeral aspect of your life,

Hunger for acquiring every penny of wealth that exists on the trajectory of this boundless earth; so that you could perennially ensure that none of your fellow living beings; slept a devilishly famished stomach in the heartless night,

Hunger for blazingly sky-rocketing to the absolute apogee of Everest; from where you could endlessly sight every single speck of this unconquerably royal Universe,

Hunger for the waves of stupendously mellifluous music to profoundly engulf every arena of life; so that even the most infidel instance of inexplicable grief; was forever metamorphosed into the melody of happiness,

Hunger for limitlessly ravishing caverns of scent; profusely inundating even the most oblivious ingredient of your persona; with the ecstasy of unending titillation,

Hunger for eternally bonding with the spirit of humanity; infallibly uniting every spurious caste; creed; religion; fraternity and tribe on this everlasting planet; into the religion of undefeated humanity,

Hunger for incessantly beautifying both the body and soul; with the ideals of enchantingly invincible simplicity and the gifts of panoramically unfurling earthly evolution,

Hunger for unsurpassably trouncing even the most infidel insinuation of the devil; with the unflinchingly peerless swords of unshakably divine truth,

Hunger for bountifully benign prosperity on every quarter of this gargantuan planet; so that man and environment forever thrived with the pearls of peace cascading down from the unfettered heavens,

Hunger for victoriously unchallangable magic; which astoundingly transformed each iota of inconsolable misery on this unlimited earth; into a mountain of sparklingly united strength,

Hunger for waterfalls of jubilantly undying sensuality; which triggered you to spawn into countless more of your own kind; contribute your very best to the Lord’s undying chapters of sacred prolifeation,

Hunger for everlastingly synergistic goodness to caress you and bless every aspect of your impoverished life; so that you reached closer and closer to the Omnisciently regal Almighty Lord,

Hunger for the that ultimate utopia of spellbindingly insuperable truth; where there palpitated nothing else; but an atmosphere of godly righteousness washing every sin of your past; present and future life,

Hunger for the heartbeats of Immortal Love; which made you forever feel the most pricelessly blessed organism alive; irrespective of your caste; creed; status; religion; persona or dolorously impoverished kind,

And more importantly than anything on this unceasingly spectacular Universe; a perennial Hunger for “Hunger”; which could make all the above and an infinite more good like the above; into an immortal reality…

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