I might have skittishly tossed and turned an
unfathomable number of times in my impoverished life;
fantastically replenishing every pore of my skin with
the most majestically ingratiating of silk,
But it was only in the Omnisciently sacrosanct lap of
my mother; that I blissfully closed my eyes to even
the most remotest trace of obnoxious alien light;
transited into eternally royal sleep….
I might have restlessly fidgeted and simmered an
incomprehensible number of times in my destitute life;
gloriously finding my way beneath a mountain of
rhapsodic raspberry,
But it was only in the perpetually invincible lap of
my mother; that I became oblivious to all unbearably
manipulative drudgery of this satanic world; found the
most blessedly heavenly of sleep…
I might have uncannily groped and wandered an endless
number of times in my diminutive life; engulfing my
nimble persona with the most euphorically vibrant of
melody,
But it was only in the aristocratically scintillating
lap of my mother; that I irrevocably shut my eardrums
to all abhorrently pugnacious hostility around me; fed
my soul with the bountifully benign mantra of
celestial sleep….
I might have irascibly choked and meandered a
countless number of times in my feckless life;
entrenching my intricate countenance with the finest
of spell binding artistry,
But it was only in the effulgently priceless lap of my
mother; that I huddled like an unconquerably handsome
prince; slept like an angel having descended from
crimson sky; for times immemorial….
I might have preposterously stumbled and trembled an
insurmountable number of times in my spurious life;
overwhelming every rickety bone of my body with
untamed exuberance,
But it was only in the resplendently Omnipotent lap of
my mother; that I wholesomely shrugged even the most
ethereal insinuation of disdainful uncertainty;
embraced the cisterns of divine sleep for centuries
unprecedented….
I might have inexorably wavered and quavered an
indefatigable number of times in my minuscule life;
feasting even the most inconspicuous bit of my flesh
in the aisles of gorgeously unprecedented luxury,
But it was only in the indomitably pristine lap of my
mother; that I uninhibitedly rejoiced far away from
the salacious vagaries of this estranged planet;
celestially surrendered all my dreariness to
mellifluously enchanting sleep….
I might have perniciously sighed and grunted a
limitless number of times in my insipid life;
submerging all my sinister lacklusterness in the most
poignantly undulating sea,
But it was only in the vividly fascinating lap of my
mother; that I felt all priceless compassion on this
Universe become my unassailable reflection; and my
eyes forever rolled in the cradle of unhindered
sleep….
I might have miserably simpered and sulked an
inconceivable number of times in my mercurial life;
inundating my truculently emaciated nostrils with the
most divinely rose scent,
But it was only in the sacredly Omnipresent lap of my
mother; that I felt reprieve from all traumatized pain
and agony; catapulted towards the skies of unendingly
gratifying sleep….
And I might have relentlessly floundered and squatted
an unimaginable number of times in my fugitive life;
exquisitely designing the most luxurious hammock in
the world to placate my baseless nervousness,
But it was only in the triumphantly godly lap of my
mother; that I became a refreshingly discovering child
once again; snuggling close to her inimitably
mesmerizing redolence and timelessly slept…
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