When the pigeons erred; not following its regular
rhythm of flight as tumultuous storms overhauled the
silken afternoon; they deplorably sank in a bedraggled
heap; to murderously coalesce with despicably cold
ground,
When the rose erred; not following its regular rhythm
of swirling radiantly with the ecstatic breeze; it
despondently withered in mists of rotten gloom;
inexplicably diffusing painstakingly pathetic stink;
instead of glorious waves of exuberant scent,
When the lion erred; not following its regular rhythm
of turbulently pulverizing its succulent prey into
inconspicuously raw chowder; it was ludicrously
guffawed upon by even the most minuscule of ant; who
instantaneously capsized upon the most mesmerizing
opportunity; to feast ebulliently upon its lame ears,
When the mountains erred; not following their regular
rhythm of brilliantly kissing towering beams of
majestic sunlight; the brutally dumb stone finally
felt contented; that it had now a gigantically frigid
mate to parasitically lean and take compassionate
reprieve from,
When the fish erred; not following their regular
rhythm of rampantly swimming in deep waters of the
choppy sea; the fishermen sitting on the shores had a
gala time; pecking them like diminutively dwindling
mosquitoes; at the tiniest poke of their gleaming
rods,
When the kites erred; not following their regular
rhythm of sailing high and handsome in the clouds;
they split into a fathomless pieces; before settling
as excoriated rags amidst an untamed juggernaut of
branches; as the wind slowly died down,
When the nightingale erred; not following its regular
rhythm of stupendously melodious sound; it fulminated
into ludicrously cacophonic rhyme; triggering
discordantly ungainly tumult; in magically serene bits
of atmosphere,
When the dog erred; not following their regular rhythm
of barking when strangers trespassed; the hoodlums
made merry in flamboyant day as well as treacherous
night; audaciously eloped with the booty; leaving it
staggering for breath after kicking it ruthlessly in
its solar plexus,
When the lids erred; not following their regular
rhythm of incessantly batting upon the trajectory of
the handsomely impeccable eyeball; the eyes
unbelievably lamented; as they gradually slipped
towards a blanket of viciously gory darkness,
When the lips erred; not following their regular
rhythm of charismatically smiling upon the
astoundingly glittering dais; the fathomless flock of
congenial crowds; pelted unruly stone and ghastly
abuse; before they embarked back upon a horrifically
disgruntled retreat,
When the feet erred; not following their regular
rhythm of patriotically marching forward in euphoric
gusto; they uncouthly embedded themselves deeper and
deeper into sullen cocoons of soil as the minutes
unfurled; before becoming easily vulnerable targets
for the unsurpassable battalion of hideously grinning
termites,
When the ears erred; not following their regular
rhythm of sagaciously discerning the most minutest of
sound; they eventually found themselves savagely
entrapped; in bizarre clutches of the disparagingly
rampaging demon,
When the pigs erred; not following their regular
rhythm of greedily gobbling through piles of fetidly
abominable garbage; they paid the price of their
lives; as civilians mistook them for tame dogs;
enslaving them in overwhelmingly rigid collar; and
taut chains,
When the rivers erred; not following their regular
rhythm of profusely melanging with the boundless
oceans; the barbarically tyrannical rays of the
sweltering Sun; eventually dried every speck of their
liquid; rendering them to freeze; under avalanches of
abhorrent prejudice,
When the eggs erred; not following their regular
rhythm of taking amicable shelter amidst nettles and
grass laid in by their sacrosanct mothers; the
venomous lizards and snakes eventually consumed them
for nocturnal supper; squelching them to capriciously
worthless mincemeat,
When the mind erred; not following its regular rhythm
of existing in synergistic symbiosis with the
extraneously bountiful planet; it found itself
counting the last days of its life; in the realms of
dilapidated oblivion and gruesomely stabbing
starvation,
When the conscience erred; not following its regular
rhythm of harboring nothing else but the irrefutable
idol of truth; it was lambasted by the whips of
surreptitiously guilty hell; unfathomably penalized
for the remainder of its life,
When the breath erred; not following its regular
rhythm of holistically creeping in and out of the
intricately enchanting nostrils; it besieged the
individual with insurmountable spurts of insidiously
asphyxiated tension; eventually perpetuating him to
die,
But when the heart erred; not following its regular
rhythm of pragmatically monitored beats; throbbing
faster than the whirlwinds of divinely light; it
embraced the most wonderfully immortal ocean of
existence; it embraced the fireballs of everlasting
love…
