Do something; that wholesomely metamorphoses the
complexion of the dreadfully dreary atmosphere;
enlightening it with fireballs of overwhelmingly
insatiable euphoria,
Do something; that perennially culminates into a
marvelously bountiful fantasy; enthrallingly
mesmerizing one and all alike; with your wonderfully
ravishing touch,
Do something; that alleviates tumultuously bereaved
humanity from dungeons of disparaging desperation;
filtering a beam of benign hope in their obliviously
shattered lives,
Do something; that thunderously fulminates into a
mountain of unassailable felicity; bestowing a wave of
rhapsodically unprecedented jubilation; upon all those
savagely wandering and in agonizing strife,
Do something; that perpetually grants blissful freedom
to your sacred motherland; annihilates even the most
infinitesimal trace of uncouth diabolism; for
countless more births yet to unveil,
Do something; that celestially augurs well for the
unleashing future; evolving an intriguingly
everpervading township of friendship; and divine
solidarity,
Do something; that innocuously pacifies the
murderously estranged soul; diffuses a wave of
triumphant melody in every ingredient of the ominously
vindictive blood,
Do something; that casts a spell of everlasting
righteousness upon the corpse of remorsefully
salacious lies; irrefutably coalescing the gargantuan
planet; in threads of priceless mankind,
Do something; that inherently evokes enchanting
fantasy in every space of derogatory hell;
harmoniously deluging lambasted lives with spurts of;
unequivocally vivacious charisma,
Do something; that triggers a ray of unconquerably
Omnipotent hope; in all those dwellings horrendously
besieged with ghastly solitude,
Do something; that enthusingly infiltrates an ocean of
tingling excitement; on the faces of all those
aimlessly dwindling in the graveyard of commercially
monotonous melancholy,
Do something; that miraculously transforms even the
most lugubriously deadened of seeds; into flowers
pristinely blossoming under golden rays of; profoundly
exotic sunlight,
Do something; that unrelentingly showers a downpour of
heavenly goodness; upon even the most diminutively
capricious cranny of this earth; decaying towards
nonchalant emptiness,
Do something; that eternally bonds ardently
palpitating hearts in entrenchments of impregnable
sharing and sensuousness; for infinite more births yet
to unveil,
Do something; that forever instills a smile on the
faces of all those miserably orphaned; encapsulating
them like your very own; in the swirl of
compassionately unending timelessness,
Do something; that envelops every arena of this
devastatingly coldblooded planet; with the Sun of
intrepidly unflinching patriotism; an unparalleled
tenacity to laugh even in the face of the most
inexplicable of adversity,
Do something; that magically ameliorates the trauma of
destitute urchins to the most unsurpassable limits;
propels them on an indefatigable mission to defend the
cause of sparkling honesty,
Do something; that philanthropically unites all human
irrespective of caste; creed; color and spurious
belief handsomely alike; in the religion of Omniscient
humanity,
And in order to immortalize all the above “ DO
SOMETHING’S”, into unshakable reality; all the
Almighty Creator could say was; do love; preach love
and witness nothing else; but divinely love…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.



