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»The night was still alive

 

The butter was still fresh; with adorable crusts of
cream oozing poignantly from its molten persona,

The rose was still blossoming; with its ravishing
redolence reinvigorating everything around in dull
atmosphere,

The stream was still gushing at electric speeds; with
its gurgling waters diffusing into spell binding froth
after clashing against the chain of ecstatic rocks,

The peacock was still dancing; with its feathers
spread wildly wide to a completely full and exotically
animated plumage,

The grass blades were still awake; with glistening dew
drops now enigmatically caressing their intricate
visage,

The stars still twinkled in the sky; with the
magnificent white beams of light casting a majestic
spell on the body of pathetically scorched earth,

The leaves still vibrantly rustled with the wind;
inscrutably whispering their nostalgic tales of day;
their stupendously enamoring anecdotes of the past,

The lion still roared euphorically; puncturing the
sedate ambience with an uncanny thrill that was never
experienced before,

The nightingale still sang its melodious rhymes;
captivating every tangible and intangible entity with
the fascinating melody in its sound,

The clouds still collided in the sky; pelting droplets
of rejuvenating rain in tumultuous fury,

The ducks still floated in the serene pond; fomenting
blissful ripples to spread infectiously around;
profoundly enlightening the night with their flurry of
boisterous quacks,

The chameleon still fluttered its ominous tail;
tantalizingly changing color; splendidly blending with
the surrounding it went,

The mammoth stacks of green chili were still flaming;
violently embodying the area around with a distinctly
piquant odor; a scent that could bring life into the
dead,

The Moon still shone a tenacious white; with its
creamy rays filtering a path through the stringently
dolorous darkness,

The chill still lingered pertinently; perpetuating
infinite goose-bumps to inevitably creep up the body,

The horde of impeccable rabbits still frolicked in
their burrows; playing hide and seek with the drifting
clouds and shine,

The preposterously fat python still slithered through
the marshes; furtively awaiting to gobble its prey; in
the clandestine darkness concealing his belly,

The spider still spun its web; running at astounding
speeds from one end to the other; producing
marvelously shimmering silk with its slime,

C'mon let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest O! beloved;
bask in the aisles of uninhibited desire and romance;
for the night was still young; the darkness had set
blazing fire to our senses; the night was still alive…



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The noble citizens of tomorrow

 

Watch them bounce in untamed exhilaration;
boisterously clap their hands in unison as the sun
shines high in the sky,
Watch them play gleefully in the mud; coating it
uninhibitedly and with exuberant energy on their
innocent faces,
Watch them splash in the sea; munching delicious
cookies; embossing fabulous sandcastles in the foamy
and shimmering sands,
Watch them pummel each other joyfully in the ribs;
triumphantly march forward without a trace of
manipulation or fear in their impeccable eyes,
Watch them sing songs in incoherent tandem; not bound
by restraints of the monotonously conventional
society,
Watch them fantasize to unprecedented limits;
surreally swishing their chubby cheeks to a place
where the most ingenious of scientists failed to reach
even in mind-boggling inventions,
Watch them run behind their mothers back; emanate the
most mesmerizing smile ever found on this colossal
planet,
Watch them greedily gobble milk and food; make a sheer
mess of their plates and clothes as they sat with
overwhelming mischief besieging their facial contours
for nocturnal supper,
Watch them clamber up their elders without the tiniest
of embarrassment; pluck the beard of their fathers
with insurmountable naughtiness,
Watch them go to school with their laces always upside
down; crusts of innocuous dirt always dribbling down
divinely from their nose,
Watch them immaculately emulate their siblings; run
rampantly in the loose mud for their place at the
winning point,
Watch them evolve incongruous words with their pens;
fall asleep midway as if the load was the biggest to
confront on this globe,
Watch them walk upside down with their tongues poking
out in candid expression; the cotton encompassing
their diminutive bodies fluttering violently with the
winds,
Watch them incessantly cry in lap of their mother;
make the amusingly astounding gestures with their
nimble pink set of dainty jaws,
Watch them intriguingly stare at a flurry of objects
in vicinity; trying their best to decipher the meaning
of this alien world,
Watch them stumbling inadvertently as they walked;
endeavoring to solidly consolidate their intricate
footing on earth's ground,
Watch them smear ice-cream all over their robust
complexioned minuscule bodies; unwitting perceiving it
to be the bubbly family soap,
Watch them indefatigably decorate and feed their fairy
dolls; entirely oblivious to the vagaries of this
uncouthly parasitic township,
Watch them breathe and live with an ardor; that even
the most mightiest of human beings floundered to
achieve in infinite lives,
Watch them enjoy the privilege of being God's favorite
molecules; easily superceding the most unfathomable of
creations in this Universe,

And over and above all; watch these tiny angels grow
in the future decades yet to unveil; harness
handsomely and with irrefutable conviction into THE
NOBLE CITIZENS OF TOMORROW….

©COPYRIGHT-2005, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
 
»The Oblivious desert

 

THE BROWN CRUSTY surface of the desert soil,
Can always be ploughed by hard turmoil.


There is an outburst of an hurricane,
That invades the privacy of the old dame.


The sky is clouded with thick dark clouds,
Pelting drops of thunder rain cover the ground.


The farmer works, the bull cries loud,
For all they want is a rain yielding cloud.


The desert's shrub though green in color,
Will attract scores of rain yet to come,
For mere fulfillment of the empty drum.

(c)(r)copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The Omnipotent Creator is ours

 

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire wealth on this fathomlessly exhilarating planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! vapidly greedy and pernicious man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire strength on this timelessly bewitching planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! vindictively stabbing and cold-blooded man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire sparkle on this beautifully eclectic planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! salaciously pulverizing and malicious man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire desires on this wonderfully untainted planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! devastatingly delinquent and victimizing man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire talent on this stupendously charming planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! treacherously crucifying and wanton man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire virility on this perennially fructifying planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! unbelievably murderous and massacring man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire freedom on this jubilantly galloping planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! satanically perverted and idiosyncratic man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire fame on this ubiquitously vivid planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! tyrannically assassinating and incarcerated man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire versatility on this tirelessly proliferating planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! chauvinisctically distorted and maniacal man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire robustness on this amazingly emancipating planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! truculently lambasted and squelched man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire prosperity on this interminably insuperable planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! barbarously bohemian and diabolical man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire fragrance on this fearlessly patriotic planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! lecherously parasitic and impoverished man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire optimism on this triumphantly unbridled planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! ominously cowardly and cannibalistic man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire vibrancy on this beautifully silken planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! hedonistically betraying and venomous man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire celebration on this timelessly sparkling planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! sadistically carnivorous and vituperative man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire enigma on this miraculously mitigating planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! cadaverously grotesque and oblivious man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire sensuality on this bountifully burgeoning planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! greedily beheading and uncouth man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire population on this romantically everlasting planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! abominably monstrous and sinful man,

Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I denying it. As you say; the entire love on this symbiotically blissful planet; might be yours and solely yours; O! dangerously abhorrent and diseased man,

But remember and please do always keep this nailed into your sanctimoniously prejudiced head; that ever since the time that this earth was evolved and right till the moment that it continues to harmoniously exist; the Omnipotent Lord was; is and shall forever be; as much mine and everybody else’s; as he was yours,

O! yes; the Omnipresent Creator was equally of each trace of living civilization that symbiotically thrives on this boundless Universe; the Omnipresent Creator is irrefutably and immortally of all of us; the Omnipresent Creator is “OURS”

©®COPYRIGHT-2005, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»The Omnisciently unparalleled lord

 

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this fathomlessly exultating earth; which was even an infinitesimal iota more fearlessly stronger; than your very own impregnable self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this resplendently tireless earth; which was even an obfuscated iota more charismatically handsome; than your very own nimble self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this romantically unfettered earth; which was even a parsimonious iota more robustly burgeoning; than your very own nubile self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this beautifully jubilant earth; which was even an oblivious iota more triumphantly blazing; than your very own flamboyant self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this spell-bindingly untainted earth; which was even a disappearing iota more inimitably eclectic; than your very own astounding self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this interminably victorious earth; which was even a transient iota more mellifluously mollifying; than your very own truthful self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this vivaciously blessed earth; which was even an ephemeral iota more unflinchingly intrepid; than your very own enigmatic self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this poignantly fascinating earth; which was even a fugitive iota more irrefutably sacrosanct; than your very own venerated self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this compassionately mesmerizing earth; which was even a minuscule iota more innovatively brilliant; than your very own extemporizing self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this unendingly virile earth; which was even an evanescent iota more tenaciously tangy; than your very own determined self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this unceasingly emollient earth; which was even an infidel iota more pungently artistic; than your very own vivid self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this unsurpassably redolent earth; which was even an ethereal iota more unshakably affluent; than your very own opulent self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this everlastingly proliferating earth; which was even an obliterated iota more insuperably magnetic; than your very own alluring self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this unabashedly blessed earth; which was even a miserly iota more celestially satisfied; than your very own blessed self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this unbelievably pristine earth; which was even a non-existent iota more harmoniously hungry; than your very own symbiotic self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this stupendously ameliorating earth; which was even a feckless iota more philanthropically benevolent; than your very own synergistic self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this vibrantly proliferating earth; which was even a diminutive iota more amazingly virile; than your very own endowed self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this peerlessly limitless earth; which was even a measly iota more tranquilly mollified; than your very own placid self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this ubiquitously egalitarian earth; which was even an abstemious iota more sensuously fiery; than your very own ignited self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this eternally captivating earth; which was even a deteriorating iota more immortally uniting; than your very own loving self,

For you; me and all of us living beings were; are and shall forever continue to be; pricelessly and incomparably equal on the trajectory of this boundlessly divine planet; whilst if there was anybody who could ever blow countless of us away in just a singleton draught of inconspicuous breath; then he was none else but the Omnisciently unparalleled Lord….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The only dont

 

Do abuse me every unfurling second; blurting a string
of unheard expletives; for apparently no fault of
mine,

Do slap me hard on my cheeks every day as I got up in
the morning; spilling blistering tea deliberately on
my daintily nimble skin,

Do thrust your foot vindictively in my way; bursting
into a volley of thunderous laughter; as I fell
head-on on my rubicund nose,

Do stash all your foul garbage as my pillow; evoking
me to inevitably sneeze and cough all enchanting
night,

Do poke out your tongue in disdainful cynicism;
spitting blatantly on my scalp in front of all who
wandered with alacrity on the boisterously brilliant
streets,

Do shout to your absolute hearts content in my
intricate ears; ruthlessly rupturing all my senses to
hear and decipher melodious sound,

Do add overwhelming pints inebriating shrub in my
coffee at dawn; so that I slept like a giant the
entire day; while you gallivanted like a vamp through
the lanes displaying your flamboyant flesh,

Do keep incessantly humming irascible tunes;
disrupting my spells of intense concentration;
engendering me to forget even the last work which I
had spoken; just a moment ago,

Do hurl green chili in my crystalline eyes; making me
intransigently emancipate blissful shades of life
yielding sight,

Do pummel me hard in my robust stomach; trying your
newly learnt boxing skills on me; making me gasp for
huge breathfulls of precious life,

Do embarrass me to unprecedented limits as I sat in
the midst of the mammoth crowd; savagely snatching the
mike away from my palms; as I started to utter the
first word of my speech,

Do severe the brakes of my car as I was just about to
commence for my exhilarating expedition; triggering my
wagon to explode into a ball of pugnaciously golden
flames; charring me to raw saw dust; as I plunged like
an inconspicuous mosquito into the perilously
unfathomable valley,

Do make me polish the shoes of all your friends till
they glistened profoundly under sun shine; giving me
only stale chunks of threadbare bread to consume for
lunch as well as midnight dinner,

Do emboss your dog's name on my naked chest with your
satanically gleaming kitchen knife; rubbing potent
doses of salt on my wounds; even before they could
heal the slightest,

Do lambaste me wickedly with a scorpion whip; causing
me to shriek in inexplicable anguish; making my day a
treacherous nightmare along with my every night,

Do whistle flirtatiously to other boys in the street;
with a mischievous twinkle on your face; even as I
stared in utter disbelief,

Do give me your worn out clothes to wear; sending
people in the town into uncontrollable guffaws; as
they perceived me to be half a muscular man; half a
ravishing woman,

Do emulate my signature; withdrawing my entire armory
of unsurpassable wealth at a single stretch from the
banks; rendering me penurious; begging and bizarrely
homeless on the streets,

O.K. and while I would infact tolerate the most
astronomically long and unending list of your
diabolical do's; it would be on a singular condition
of my ONE AND ONLY DON’T,
For that is actually not me; but my heart saying;
'PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME”…….





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»The only kiss

 

Benign was the rhythm of eternal mankind; Omnipotently
diffusing the fragrance of unflinching solidarity; for
times immemorial,

Melodious was the rhythm of the dainty waterfall;
disseminating into an island of unbelievably rhapsodic
froth; every unfurling instant of the day,

Omniscient was the rhythm of the flamboyantly
blistering Sun; filtering a path of vibrant optimism;
through the life of even the most derogatorily
shivering organism alive,

Cacophonic was the rhythm of the discordantly croaking
frogs; perniciously infiltrating the blissful
atmosphere; with an ominous web of disparagingly
dissatisfied sounds,

Impoverished was the rhythm of the treacherously
coldblooded devils; savagely massacring holistic
civilizations; to spuriously satiate their tastebuds
with innocuously sacred blood,

Ruthless was the rhythm of the unsparingly slicing
knife; uncouthly excoriating even the most immaculate
of entities; to insidiously gleam well past the heart
of devilish midnight,

Ingratiating was the rhythm of the stupendously
redolent flower; blossoming into a festoon of
marvelously exotic scent; every unleashing minute
under perennially golden sunshine,

Ubiquitous was the rhythm of gloriously altruistic
humanity; unassailably bonding every human
irrespective of caste; creed or worthless color; in
the stream of compassionate sharing; charismatically
alike,

Phlegmatic was the rhythm of the reticently
pot-bellied tortoise; languidly feasting under the
profoundly enchanting rays of Sun; blissfully snoozing
under its obdurate shell; even in the most
horrendously vicious of maelstroms,

Rebellious was the rhythm of the brutally incarcerated
scorpion; venomously swirling its tail in infinite
circles; to whomsoever who dared glimpse its
gruesomely tyrannized form,

Enigmatic was the rhythm of the flirtatiously dancing
spider; interweaving a tale of majestic artistry;
criscrossing through a paradise of boundless silk and
sheen,

Blazing was the rhythm of the patriotically intrepid
soldier; fearlessly embarking upon a mission to
relinquish even the very last iota of his breath; for
the sake of his magnificently sacrosanct motherland,

Garrulous was the rhythm of the indefatigably
chattering monkey; rambunctiously perpetuating
tranquil carpets of the resplendent forests; with an
unfathomable valley of vivacious sounds,

Shrewd was the rhythm of the manipulative tycoon; who
hideously weaved a trail of artificially sardonic
sweetness round all his employees; to eventually
extricate the maximum of his bombastic choice,

Panoramic was the rhythm of the vividly whistling
clouds; euphorically surging forward to jubilantly
bask in the glory; of unprecedentedly satiny
timelessness,

Impeccable was the rhythm of the freshly born child;
divinely replenishing even the most sordidly shattered
of hearts; with the Omnipresent mantra of vibrantly
titillating life,

Tantalizing was the rhythm of the chirpily nubile
maiden; culminating into a downpour of torrentially
everlasting sensuousness; on every nimble step that
she sacredly tread,

Perpetual was the rhythm of fabulously fecund breath;
astoundingly spawning a township of ever-pervading
newness; in each cranny of the earth that it magically
spread,

Irrefutable was the rhythm of unequivocally Godly
truth; pioneering a Universe of unending prosperity;
in the soul of whomsoever who unflinchingly harbored
it,

Passionate was the rhythm of the unconquerable
thundering heart; fulminating into a sky of amiable
togetherness more vociferously; as the day sped into
the regally iridescent night,
And immortal was the rhythm of symbiotically melanging
love; existing as the most priceless flame of life;
existing as the only kiss that could invincibly kick
death forever away….





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The only beat I possessed

 

The only sound I heard all day; was your mesmerizing voice,

The only color that I fantasized all night; was that of your luscious
lips,

The only objects I saw; were what you unrelentingly perceived,

The only skin that I wanted to kiss till infinity; was the one
engulfing your
crimson cheek,

The only writing I ardently adored; was one that exquisitely flowed
from your
delectable fingers,

The only relation that I profoundly acknowledged; was your magnificent
and
immaculate visage,

The only food that I yearned to consume; was the one already pulverized
with
your scintillating teeth,

The only scent that drowned me into waves of perpetual ecstasy; was one
emanating from your ravishing hair,

The only tunes I danced too; were the passionate clapping of your
dainty
hands,

The only air I breathed; was the one rampantly diffusing from your
nostrils,

The only mantra I chanted incessantly; was your irrefutably sacrosanct
name,
The only reflection I witnessed; was the one pouring harmoniously from
your
impeccable eyes,

The only agony I felt; was saline streams of water trickling down your
cheek,

The only nostalgia I had for; was poignant memories of your innocuous
childhood,

The only shadow that submerged me; was one that radiated majestically
from
your persona,

The only exhilaration in my life; was tinkling gasps of your vivacious
laughter,

The only rest I had; were your fingers silently caressing my forehead,
The only obsession I had; was your everlasting fragrance sending
shivers of
rhapsody down my spine,

And the ONLY BEAT I POSSESSED; was the heart incarcerated in your
chest;
throbbing turbulently the instant it sighted me; bonding me immortally
in the
invincible grip of your romance.




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The only mission

 

The only mission that my hands were born for; was to
defend your magnificently enchanting entity; from the
most inconspicuous iota evil lingering around,

The only mission that my legs were born for; was to
transport you invincibly safe; to the most splendidly
rejuvenating destination of your choice,

The only mission that my eyes were born for; was to
enshroud your life with brilliantly majestic sight;
enlightening your every disparagingly gloomy path with
profoundly optimistic light,

The only mission that my tongue was born for; was to
flood each aspect of your monotonously languid
existence; with the sound of enamoringly melodious
happiness,

The only mission that my lips were born for; was to
trigger an everlasting smile upon the impeccable
contours of your face; kiss you till times beyond
eternal infinity,

The only mission that my teeth were born for; was to
perspicaciously disentangle the thorns from the fruits
you ate; pulverize all the gruesome impediments that
came your way,

The only mission that my shadow was born for; was to
entrench your royal countenance from all sides; with
incredulously fabulous enigma; and mystically tingling
excitement,

The only mission that my neck was born for; was to
dexterously drift for you in an infinite directions;
finding you the ultimate clouds of paradise; which you
had perennially desired,

The only mission that my fingers were born for; was to
maneuver you like an invincible fortress even in the
most treacherous of darkness; even in the most
insidiously bizarre moments of life,

The only mission that my ears were born for; was to
indefatigably massacre those diabolical voices trying
to ghastily perpetuate through your pristine
surroundings; decimate even the most infinitesimal
trace of obnoxious sound before it could arise,

The only mission that my blood was born for; was to
impregnate all those despairingly lackluster moments
of your bedraggled life; with an insurmountably
overpowering aroma; more poignant than the rain
pelting down,

The only mission that my versatility was born for; was
to marvelously fulminate the artist lingering
profusely in each of your ecstatically royal senses;
engender you to erupt into an unfathomable myriad of
bountiful directions,

The only mission that my mind was born for; was to
propel you to tirelessly fantasize; dream in an ocean
of incomprehensibly silken charm; oblivious to the
manipulative vagaries of the uncouth world outside,

The only mission that my lashes were born for; was to
ignite the flirtatious child in your charismatic
persona; make you feel every instant as if blooming
with the freshest cry of blissful life,

The only mission that my patriotism was born for; was
to unrelentingly march forward till the time you
achieved your absolute goal in life; wholesomely evict
the flurry of disastrously abominable traitors
hovering around your divine countenance,

The only mission that my skin was born for; was to
sequester your immaculately shivering visage; from the
acrimonious rays of midday Sun; as well as avalanches
of gruesomely freezing winter,

The only mission that my soul was born for; was to
perpetually ensure that your irrefutably heavenly
spirit continued to robustly exist; even centuries
after you had died,

The only mission that my breath was born for; was to
make you forever live with the astronomical fervor of
life; witness you magnificently blossom into a
fountain of resplendently dancing moonlight,

And the only mission that my heart was born for; was
to immortally grant you the love of your destined
life; not only for this; but fathomless more
exotically vibrant lifetimes…







(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The only panacea

 

There was medicine available to kill the hideously
parasitic rats; savagely corrupting the robust pile of
salubriously sparkling apples,
But the only panacea to wholesomely decimate
treacherous terrorism from its very non-existent
roots; was immortally united harmony…

There was medicine available to kill the ominously
slithering reptile; trying to invidiously infiltrate
its lethal fangs into delectable curtains of
impeccable flesh,
But the only panacea to wholesomely massacre the web
of ghastly lies from every quarter of this planet; was
unflinchingly irrefutable truth….

There was medicine available to kill the flurry of
obnoxious termites; disdainfully crawling upon
immaculately shimmering wood,
But the only panacea to wholesomely annihilate
malicious prejudice from insidiously dilapidated
hearts; was the ocean of perennially uninhibited
sharing….

There was medicine available to kill the mountain of
devastating ants; capitalizing on every opportunity to
pertinently suck and feast on gloriously radiant
blood,
But the only panacea to wholesomely assassinate
monotonous manipulation from the lecherous society;
was the unfathomable fortress of compassionate
belonging….

There was medicine available to kill insanely mad dogs
on the road; diffusing the deadly germs of rabies in
every innocent pedestrian wandering around,
But the only panacea to wholesomely scrap barbaric
bloodshed and indiscriminate racializm; was the
irrefutably everlasting religion of humanity…

There was medicine available to kill miserably
pathetic dysentery; metamorphose overwhelmingly
drained bodies into one with sparkling charm and
astounding charisma,
But the only panacea available to wholesomely
slaughter senselessly orphaned greed; was the ointment
of perpetually wholehearted and unequivocal
acceptance….

There was medicine available to kill the savagely
diabolical vultures; perniciously trying to pluck out
immaculately glistening eyes,
But the only panacea available to wholesomely destroy
traitors from the complexion of soil; was the
intrepidly flamboyant spirit of eternal bravery….

There was medicine available to kill the abominably
repelling cockroaches; loitering in countless numbers
beside the sullen lavatory seat,
But the only panacea to wholesomely swipe ungainly
death forever from this colossal Universe; was
vivaciously Omnipotent and sacred life…

And there was medicine available to kill the irascibly
hovering mosquito; infuriatingly disrupting
celestially delightful snores of; ravishing nocturnal
sleep,
But the only panacea to wholesomely finish
horrifically crippling betrayal from poisoned souls;
was the cloudburst of impregnably IMMORTAL LOVE….

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