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»The first thing that flooded my mind

 

When they said fruits; the first thing that flooded my
mind was the succulent clusters of scarlet apple
suspended in harmony from the tree,

When they said salt; the first thing that flooded my
mind was the colossal expanse of sea leaping
magnificently and without restraint towards the sky,

When they said animal; the first thing that flooded my
mind was the majestic and dense furred lion; sprinting
towards me at electric pace with fire in its eyes,

When they said light; the first thing that flooded my
mind was the belligerent fireball of Sun; blazing a
stream of unprecedented beauty; through every deserted
spot on this earth,

When they said sedation; the first thing that flooded
my mind was the spell binding light of the moon; the
conglomerate of its pearly rays enchanting my every
night,

When they said melody; the first thing that flooded my
mind was the voluptuous nightingale; tingling the most
dreariest of my senses with reinvigorating sound,

When they said dust; the first thing that flooded my
mind was the undulating terrain of the desert; the
disdainful hillocks of sand terribly scorched and
crying for water,

When they said dream; the first thing that flooded my
mind were the ravishing clouds of heaven; infinite
number of fairies dancing in the aisles of
unfathomable desire and romance,
When they said ice; the first thing that flooded my
mind was the frozen slopes of the Himalayas; the sheet
of snowy white which delectably enveloped the ensemble
of fir trees,

When they said laughter; the first thing that flooded
my mind; was the rustic clown viciously stretching the
contours of his face; until people in the audience had
tears rolling down their eyes,

When they said color; the first thing that flooded my
mind was the superbly resplendent rainbow; casting a
mystical spell on this earth with its rhapsodic glow
and shine,

When they said office; the first thing that flooded my
mind; was a bunch of monotonous morons; with their
noses obnoxiously buried beneath bulky sheaf of paper,

When they said poison; the first thing that flooded my
mind; was the hideous looking serpent; snaring its
fangs wickedly at the innocent child,

When they said speed; the first thing that flooded my
mind; was the pouch bellied kangaroo; galloping at
lightening pace; cutting across the whiplash of wind
and entangled forest with two steps at a time,

When they said ugliness; the first thing that flooded
my mind; was the gruesomely distorted face of the
lanky eunuch; sending shivers down the spine of the
infant newly born,

When they said beauty; the first thing that flooded my
mind was the crown princess; with her eyelashes
appearing as if soaked in rich nectar; and the
fragrance emanating from her tantalizing form
pacifying all my apprehensions,

When they said jewel; the first thing that flooded my
mind was the virgin pearl; incarcerated securely in
the heart of the oyster,

When they said muscle; the first thing that flooded my
mind was the tanned wrestler; tenaciously rubbing oil
on his legs and palms,

When they said power; the first thing that flooded my
mind was the omnipotent creator; able to create and
destroy at stupendous will,

When they said upbringing; the first thing that
flooded my mind was my mother; who had nourished me to
become what I was today; with the blood and milk in
her body,

And when they said love; the first thing that flooded
my mind was my beloved; her incredible entity taking
complete control of my senses and my soul…



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The garland of immortal love

 

Not the slightest of apprehensions at all; basking in
a land of gloriously flamboyant sunlight and
wonderfully tantalizing imagery,

Not the slightest of cynicism at all; unequivocally
marching forward in the melodiously blissful triumph
of unfettered success,

Not the slightest of tears at all; smiling
wholeheartedly as each instant of life unveiled;
whether in acrimoniously menacing storm; or whether in
blissful valleys with grandiloquent moonshine
bountifully pelting down,

Not the slightest of lechery at all; with every cloud
of horrifically augmenting despair; automatically
metamorphosing into a fountain of perennially blooming
happiness,

Not the slightest of defeat at all; with unparalleled
victory kissing you at every step you alighted;
invincibly paving its way toward an unconquerable
tomorrow; centuries immemorial,

Not the slightest of manipulation at all;
uninhibitedly bouncing in a world of eternally
cascading richness; and tranquilly resplendent calm,

Not the slightest of desperation at all; perpetually
relishing the unfathomably gorgeous reservoir; of
natures magnificent sparkle; compassionately dancing
with the impeccably descending fairies,

Not the slightest of shame at all; congenially
embracing and bonding with all religions; caste; creed
on this planet; alike,

Not the slightest of hesitation at all; plunging like
a majestically silken fairy; into an unsurpassably
mystical valley; of endlessly exhilarating adventure,

Not the slightest of fanaticism at all; ubiquitously
disseminating the immortal essence of peace and
harmonious love; to the most remotest corner of this
enthrallingly fathomless Universe,

Not the slightest of debilitation at all; with all
Herculean power on this boundlessly Omnipotent planet;
becoming your integral strength to face even the most
mightiest of inexplicable disaster,

Not the slightest of disease at all; indefatigably
sprouting into a paradise of mesmerizing fantasy; and
voluptuously seductive charm,

Not the slightest of nervousness at all; audaciously
catapulting to the absolute zenith of prosperity;
walking shoulder to shoulder with the winds of
courage; fortitude and scintillating bravado,

Not the slightest of fracas at all; celestially
flowering into the most stupendously divine world of
overwhelming calm,

Not the slightest of dullness at all; unrelentingly
spawning into a curtainspread of vibrantly vivacious
perception; an insurmountably magical festoon of royal
boisterousness,

Not the slightest of morbidity at all; perennially
proliferating into a sky of everlasting youth as time
thunderously unleashed; irrevocably ensuring that the
sacrosanct essence of life; never had a chance to end,
Not the slightest of dumbness at all; relentlessly
humming the most marvelously enlightening tunes on
this colossal globe; evolving into heavenly rays of
freedom and unprecedented optimism,

Not the slightest of hopelessness at all; forever
gushing with the incomprehensibly untamed ebullience
of existence; bestowing the winds of peace and
priceless humanity; upon one and all,

And Not the slightest of discrimination at all;
incarcerating every organism with a passionately
throbbing heart; in the fabulously impregnable ocean
of enigma and romantic passion,

Such was the garland of immortal love; which was the
very reason that you were breathing alive today; and
would continue to exist as the most blessed for
countless more births to come; everytime the Creator
waved his little finger for you to be born once again…




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The flame of truth

 

All disdainfully salacious lechery assassinated forever and ever and
ever;
not even a minuscule speck of it on the trajectory of this wonderfully
gifted planet,

All acrimoniously bawdy prejudice decimated forever and ever and ever;
not
even a parsimonious speck of it on the complexion of this marvelously
panoramic planet,

All derogatorily baseless lies pulverized forever and ever and ever;
not
even an ethereal speck of it on the periphery of this majestically
unassailable planet,

All raunchily egregious indiscrimination swiped forever and ever and
ever;
not even an evanescent speck of it on the circumference of this regally
exotic planet,

All truculently hedonistic insanity thrashed forever and ever and ever;
not
even an ephemeral speck of it on the fabric of this benevolently
tranquil
planet,

All stupidly fretful obsessions massacred forever and ever and ever;
not
even an obsolete speck of them on the cradle of this fantastically
blessed
planet,

All mercilessly lambasting crime extinguished forever and ever and
ever; not
even a transient speck of it on the garden of this beautifully
enchanting
planet,

All remorsefully nonchalant laziness eradicated forever and ever and
ever;
not even a fugitive speck of it on the citadel of this invincibly
proliferating planet,

All diabolically marauding politics vanquished forever and ever and
ever;
not even an inconspicuous speck of it on the mirror of this
resplendently
arcane planet,

All horrendously maiming pain liberated forever and ever and ever; not
even
an insipid speck of it on the playground of this iridescently scented
planet,

All venomously lethal rampaging extradited forever and ever and ever;
not
even an infidel speck of it on the leaf of this pristinely burgeoning
planet,

All tyrannically barbarous imprisonment exonerated forever and ever and
ever; not even a feckless speck of it on the entrenchment of this
marvelously glorious planet,

All brutally maniacal idiosyncrasies exonerated forever and ever and
ever;
not even an oblivious speck of them on the lap of this sacredly
gorgeous
planet,

All invidiously ghastly poverty expurgated forever and ever and ever;
not
even a disappearing speck of it on the borders of this triumphantly
ebullient planet,

All meaninglessly ominous perversions trampled forever and ever and
ever;
not even a dingy speck of them on the pathways of this spell bindingly
spectacular planet,

All depravingly ignominious cowardice squelched forever and ever and
ever;
not even a vanishing speck of it on the turnstiles of this astoundingly
unfathomable planet,

All coldbloodedly abhorrent disease torched forever and ever and ever;
not
even an invisible speck of it on the waves of this rhythmically benign
planet,

All disastrously despicable slavery removed forever and ever and ever;
not
even an infinitesimal speck of it on the meadows of this convivially
bonding
planet,

All miserably asphyxiating drudgery trounced forever and ever and ever;
not
even a measly speck of it on the pedestal of this timelessly bestowing
planet,

All threadbarely incarcerating monotony defeated forever and ever and
ever;
not even a remote speck of it on the grasslands of this indomitably
towering
planet,

All nonsensically vindictive pompousness exonerated forever and ever
and
ever; not even a fleeting speck of it on the winds of this
aristocratically
fabulous planet,

And if you had commenced to think that the above and infinite more was
because the God’s from the cosmos had exclusively descended from the
cosmos
to do the needful; then you’re in for the most rudest shock of your
life,

For it was none other than the flame of eternal truth in each of our
soul’s;
that the Lord had so congenitally gifted us with; which if we started
to
wholeheartedly use; then the devil would hide its tail and disappear
from
the entrenchment of this vibrantly miraculous planet; forever and ever
and
ever…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The flag of love

 

When I tried hoisting the flag of greedy corruption;
it initially soared towards the absolute zenith;
basking in the glory of horrendously manipulative
deeds,
However after a while it left me astoundingly
dumbfounded; as it melted like a frigid matchstick;
under the most feeblest light of the Golden Sun…

When I tried hoisting the flag of brutal violence; it
initially shot up higher than the clouds;
overwhelmingly hooting with heinous power; trapped in
its knuckles,
However as the clock ticked; my eyes nearly popped out
searching for it; as it blended like a speck of
infinitesimal dust; in the ethereally fading horizons…

When I tried hoisting the flag of blatant lies; it
initially galloped like a prince over every obstacle;
riding high on a foundation of bizarrely obnoxious
manipulation,
However as time unveiled; I nearly fell unconscious
laughing; as a mere infant swapped it from its very
roots; like a parasitic mosquito hovering in plain
air…

When I tried hoisting the flag of irascible slavery;
it initially glided like a majestic eagle; smoothly
sailing over the weak; with satanic power and
diabolical force,
However as the hours crept; I stood transfixed in
sheer disbelief; as the same found itself infinite
kilometers beneath its corpse; with the tiniest
draught of rustling leaves…

When I tried hoisting the flag of sinister cowardice;
it initially weathered the most treacherous of storm
and rain; hiding and treacherously plotting from well
within its insidious cocoon,
However as moonlight descended; I emitted a whistle of
sheer triumph; as it pathetically strangulated to
death in its own coffin; even as the Sun played hide
and seek behind the crimson clouds..


When I tried hoisting the flag of baseless
discrimination; it initially catapulted to an ultimate
crescendo; lecherously tormenting color and tribes
which it didn’t like,
However as the evening crept past; I heaved a sigh of
blissful relief; as it charred to a dustbin of
inconsequential coal; even before the most diminutive
whirlwind of freedom whipped by…

When I tried hoisting the flag of sinful terrorism; it
initially flamed like an untamed inferno in the
cosmos; ruling the impeccable planet in a swirl of
uncouth bloodbath,
However as the days unfurled; I bounced ebulliently in
a land more stupendous than paradise; as it meowed
like a tame cat; even before all united goodness;
alighted a single step outside…

When I tried hoisting the flag of insane bloodshed; it
initially hissed like a tireless snake; relishing its
new found freedom of wholesomely assassinating
millions; at free whim,
However as dates sped themselves on the calendars; I
guffawed the loudest laugh of my life; as it lay
nonchalantly like a miserable stone on the ground;
being ruthlessly kicked by even the ants who
trespassed its dastardly way…

But when I tried hoisting the flag of immortal truth
and love; although initially the cloth showed no
heroics of escalating to the pinnacle of glittering
stardom,
However at the end; as each night blossomed into the
vibrantly optimistic day; it became a patriotic wave;
bonding all hearts irrespective of caste; creed;
color; race; in the mission to save mother earth;
alike…

copyright (c) 2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The first time

 

The first time when I swam in fathomless waters of the Atlantic; my
legs felt
dreary with feverish exhilaration; my heart palpitated 100 beats
faster,
There was an incredulous feeling of confronting the storm; floating
abreast
the opalescent fish; caressing the drifting corals as I plunged down.

The first time when I ate freezing icecream; infinite buds of taste
stood up
on my tongue in bewildered alacrity,
I greedily gulped the blend of protuberant cherry and cream
inadvertently
smearing some of it on my nose; to satiate my thirst in the scorching
winds of
summer.

The first time when I witnessed an accident; the lifeless form of an
innocuous
pedestrian lying in a river of crimson blood,
Uncanny shivers ran down my spine at swashbuckling speeds; a dark blur
obliterated my eyes; and I swooned in a disheveled heap on the ground.

The first time when I saw a crackling fire; heaps of logs being
incinerated by
a tiny matchstick,
I felt besieged by waves of curiosity; unwittingly poking my fingers in
the
sapphire blue flames; although I quickly withdrew them before my flesh
got
charred to soot.

The first time when I smoked a cigarette; I felt something vindictively
burning in my throat,
There were incessant bouts of coughing; succeeded by clouds of grey air
wafting from my mouth.

The first time when I drove my car; I felt tumultuous power
encompassing me;
as I could increase the speed at a mere kiss to the accelerator,
However when I did so; the automobile sky rocketed towards the sky;
eventually
crashing into the bakery full of rotten eggs and cakes.

The first time when I sat in the aircraft; I felt overwhelmed by the
ostentatious interiors; the trays of plum juice being served in kingly
fashion,
I thought of opening the translucent glass window as I usually did as I
got up
from sleep; this time though I was rebuked by the airhostess from doing
so; as
it could mean a difference between life and death.

The first time when I drank peach flavored wine; there was a massive
cyclone
that engulfed my mind,
I seemed to have lost refined degrees of sophistication; barked a
volley of
malicious expletives looking my employer straight in his eyes.

The first time when I heard the tiger growl in the jungle; the sonorous
screeching of the owl; I felt clusters of hair stand like needles on my
skin,
Also I didn’t need to find a plush lavatory; as I had performed the
call of
nature in my pants.

The first time I attended a bombastic party; with a conglomerate of
sparkling
lights falling in dispersed beams; I felt awkward reverberations
entrench me
from all sides,
And my situation exacerbated; when my parents introduced me to the
ensemble of
dignitaries; who sipped beer as casually as they had mineral water from
their
glass.

The first time I held a gun in my hands; they unrelentingly shivered
with cold
sweat dribbling down my forehead,
I knew I had to kill my adversary to save my own life; but in the end
succumbed to the tyranny of fate; as I couldn’t muster the tenacity to
fire.

The first time when I heard my name; the voice of my mother
stringently addressing me in her domineering,
I felt as impregnable as god in the sky; as I had now been bestowed
supreme
recognition to my otherwise neglected entity.

And the first time when I saw her; sighting her silken hair blowing
with the
wind; I instantly fell in the dungeon of love,
Wanting to be incarcerated with her celestial form; away from the
nuances of
the world for ever and ever and ever……….



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

 

Red rays of sunlight peep through my window,
focusing a path of mystic beauty,
shimmering into a pool of darkness,
falling directly in my wide open eyes,
tracing a look of abstract fear,
absorbing flimsy shells of courage,
deserting me in a state of speechless exuberance.

the flaming sun i see,
resembles the door of a fresh heart,
throbbing with a mild intensity,
red and gracious in color,
filtering burdened pores of intricate mind,
for a renewal of liveliness,
and powerful glints of hope astride.

the blazing sun behind me,
pats my back and says,
i want to come down, sit beside you my friend,
to enjoy this world from close quarters,
and lo! behold he is racing down,
his size has shrunken to a podded pea,
the world has turned upon him like a bee,
for if he comes down on earth,
who will give them courage and antiseptic light,
they would be left solitary on ground,
with dampness of humanity to surround.



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The Fruit of ever-pervadingly fructifying love

 

A one to one with her majestically emphatic eyes; and I felt as if
dancing
in the aisles of pristinely burgeoning paradise; for an infinite more
births
of mine,

A one to one with her lusciously redolent lips; and I felt as if
uninhibited
exhilaration couldn’t have been ever better; with my desire to survive
now
more insuperably profound; than the entire wave of existence on this
fathomless planet,

A one to one with her impeccably royal conscience; and I felt as if
there
was the Sun of Omnipotent truth; on even the most infinitesimally
fugitive
cranny of this colossal Universe,

A one to one with her magically resplendent palms; and I felt as if I
was
united in the cosmos of everlasting humanity for times immemorial; as
if I
was destined to forever bond with every conceivable fraternity of
mankind,

A one to one with her robustly effulgent cheeks; and I felt as if
timelessly
singing in the caverns of immaculately unadulterated childhood;
wonderfully
assimilating every ounce of heavenly mischief from the spell-binding
atmosphere,

A one to one with her iridescently twinkling feet; and I felt as if
unlimitedly fantasizing in the raindrops of untamed sensuality; with
life
seeming to be the ultimate dance of enriching optimism,

A one to one with her flirtatiously winking eyelashes; and I felt as if
revived from countless feet beneath my cadaverously morbid grave; with
every
quintessential life as fresh as vividly poignant ocean salt,

A one to one with her euphorically passionate veins; and I felt as if
the
most emolliently empathizing organism on this boundless earth;
invincibly
coalescing with every celestial stream of living kind,

A one to one with her ravishingly cascading hair; and I felt every
ounce of
excitement on earth and endless kilometers beyond; had thunderously
descended down in glorious unison; upon the treacherously emaciated
pores of
my dying skin,

A one to one with her tantalizingly exotic belly; and I felt as if the
unsurpassably enchanting fabric of seductive night had blessedly
arrived;
even as acrimoniously blistering rays of the Sun stabbed me in the
whites
and blacks of my eyes,

A one to one with her mellifluously endowing voice; and I felt as if
the
most unprecedentedly ebullient epitomes of mesmerizing paradise;
blissfully
enshrouded me from every construable side,

A one to one with her miraculously benevolent shadow; and I felt as if
I had
been wholesomely absolved of even the tiniest of my sins in past and
present
life; unassailably wrapped in the belly of unflinching compassion for
centuries unfathomable,

A one to one with her artistically eclectic fingers; and I felt as if
the
mantra of “United We Stand”; was the only sermon to panoramically
survive
for a countless births beyond my truncated time,

A one to one with her endlessly subliming camaraderie; and I felt as if
the
power of gregariously bonding oneness; was an ardor greater than the
greatest of wealth on this inexhaustibly charming globe,

A one to one with her fantastically evolving brain; and I felt as if
perennially priceless life spawned out of bizarrely tawdry nothingness;
jubilantly embellishing every cranny of the lackadaisically corrupt
world;
with the fragrance of triumphant fantasy,

A one to one with her gloriously golden sweat; and I felt as if the
essence
of unconquerable honesty; timelessly transcended over even the most
infidel
whisker of the devil; frivolously transgressing venerated mother soil,

A one to one with her Omnipresently godly soul; and I felt as if
holistically consecrated by the winds of divine disarmament; with every
trace of haplessly deteriorating terrorism; forever and ever and ever
evaporating into the coffins of hell,

A one to one with her melodiously sweet nape; and I felt as if
rainshowers
of torrential virility erupted from even the most deadened pores of my
skin;
as I unstoppably surged forward to continue the Lord’s sacrosanct
chapters
of procreation,

A one to one with her unbelievably exultating bosom; and I felt as if
my
body was nothing but a gorge of endlessly augmenting desire;
harmoniously
placated by virgin milk in the kingly atmosphere,

A one to one with her victoriously fiery breath; and I felt as if the
unshakably intrepid elixir of life could never ever end; with even the
most
disastrously penalizing trauma on this planet; wonderfully
metamorphosing
into a cloud of revitalizing happiness,

And a one to one with her immortally throbbing heartbeats; and I felt
as I
was born to do nothing; to say nothing; to dream nothing; to spawn
nothing;
but just the fruit of ever-pervadingly fructifying love; love and only
beautiful love…

©copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»The gentle giant

 

They poured buckets of icy water over him,
drenched his body with steaming hot soup curry,
added pinches of sea salt on his lips,
tickled his eardrum with feckless strokes of bird
feather,
left an army of red ant on his body to wander,
tonsured his scalp of thick curls of hair,
pushed and probed his flesh with red hot pokers of
wood,
ignited a plethora of wax candle on his chest,
fed hollow regions of his eardrum with a cluster of
stinging jungle mosquito,
lambasted him brutal strokes of the snake leather
whip,
shouted at deafening voices, beating hands in despair
on his flabby chest,
as the unscrupulous giant slept in tranquil peace,
unperturbed by the thunderous commotion stabbing
umpteenth parts of his body.

He had been cast a spell by the goddess of sleep,
To lie dormant for centuries till he existed,
Unfazed by all power on earth,
There was not a soul who could wake him up from sleep.

That’s when they executed the following on sudden
impulse,
they laid a drum of cooked sweets beside him,
Appetizing fruit juice filled in transparent jars,
Cooked morsels of fish and rice at his feet,
Round pancakes with frosty butter sandwiched in his
hands,
they poured a river of pure honey on his belly,
Placed an ornate plate of sizzling turkey caressing
his demon lips.

The metamorphosis that occurred placed us in enigma,
Torrential snores of the giant were now being
disrupted,
The heavenly aroma of food had thoroughly tickled
Cupid zones of his
heart,
The smell of boiled toffee exploited his penchant for
sweets,
He flinched a couple of times before regaining
wholesome consciousness,
And when he stood upright, it was an astounding sight
for one to witness,
He stood 100 feet tall, with a long hair cascading
down his nape,
The GENTLE GIANT now ate the food with gusto,
Devouring occasionally mouthfuls of juice,
Quenching his thirst for the agonizing period of
sleep.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The girl whom I called my beloved

 

The blood which flowed incessantly through my body;
was that of my revered mother,
While the entity who propelled it to circulate more
passionately than flamboyant sunshine; was the girl
whom I called my beloved…

The color that profusely engulfed my rubicund lips;
was that of my loving mother,
While the entity who triggered it to blossom into a
festoon of gregarious smiles; was the girl whom I
called my beloved…

The bones impregnated bountifully in my supple body;
were that of my sacrosanct mother,
While the entity who engendered them to audaciously
confront the most acrimonious expeditions of life; was
the girl whom I called my beloved….

The brain encapsulated blissfully beneath my skull;
was that of my divinely mother,
While the entity who punctuated it to perceive beyond
the most unfathomable limits; was the girl whom I
called my beloved…

The contours of my intricately molded persona; were
that of my heavenly mother,
While the entity who embedded in them poignant traces
of vivacious boisterousness; was the girl whom I
called my beloved…

The shades of my fabulously glistening eyes; were that
of my irrefutably celestial mother,
While the entity who perpetuated them to discriminate
between the prudently good and diabolically bad; was
the girl whom I called my beloved…

The conglomerate of articulate fingers on my hands;
were that of my adorable mother,
While the entity who instigated them to evolve the
most ingratiating verse in this world; was the girl
whom I called my beloved…

The voluptuously soft palms protruding from my
skeleton; were that of my stupendously amicable
mother,
While the entity who harnessed each stage of my
destiny to unfurl; was the girl whom I called my
beloved….

The breath that lingered with unsurpassable equanimity
in my nostrils; was that of my Omnipotent mother,
While the entity who caused it to cascade with
exuberantly ecstatic compassion; was the girl whom I
called my beloved….

And the heart that lay invincibly incarcerated beneath
my chest; was that of my immortally cherishable
mother,
While the entity who facilitated it to ardently
palpitate all night and day; commence on a whole new
chapter of love with each of its beat; was the girl
whom I called my beloved….



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

 

At times no concessions; even when you stop the
desperately strangulated teenager; from committing
heinously unforgivable suicide,

At times no concessions; even when you unflinchingly
break the backbone of disparagingly coldblooded crime;
metamorphosing every bit of terrorizing loneliness
into the aisles of triumphantly resplendent freedom,

At times no concessions; even when you stand like
invincible fortress to sequester the miserably
bereaved widow; from lasciviously scurrilous gestures
of the conventionally ostracizing society,

At times no concessions; even when you wholeheartedly
embrace the disastrously orphaned urchin;
compassionately nourishing him with every ingredient
of your scarlet blood; while the world outside
brutally lambasted at gay abandon,

At times no concessions; even when you exhausted even
the most infinitesimal iota of your jubilant
happiness; to regally replenish the lives of all those
savagely breathing under the sordidly treacherous
gutter pipes,

At times no concessions; even when you irrefutably
supported the cause of eternally sparkling truth; with
every step that you tread; ruthlessly excoriating your
flesh like a billion macabre thorns,

At times no concessions; even when you altruistically
sacrifice your very own profoundly loved ones; for the
sake of liberating your timelessly fragrant and
revered motherland,

At times no concessions; even when you desecrate evil
from its very non-existent roots; celestially
disseminate the essence of eternally symbiotic
humanity,

At times no concessions; even when you enlighten
unconquerable lamps of ebullient hope; in all those
dwellings incarcerated within chains of mordantly
disparaging despair,

At times no concessions; even when you selflessly
shatter every conceivable bone of your intrepid body;
to save the innocuous infant from perniciously
insidious drowning,

At times no concessions; even when you benevolently
donate every penny of your hard earned wealth; just to
see the most pricelessly unassailable smile; on the
miserably chapped lips of the disheveled beggar boy,

At times no concessions; even when you treacherously
bleed to extinction; in the process of becoming the
voice of the tyrannically divested; indefatigably
fighting for their cause till your last breath,

At times no concessions; even when you fearlessly
confronted the traitors army singlehandedly;
incessantly chanting the name of your mothersoil; as
they truculently pulverized every ingredient of your
handsome countenance,

At times no concessions; even when you uncontrollably
shiver in morbidly freezing blackness; just to ensure
that every single space of your philanthropic dwelling
was inhabited by; witheringly decrepit mankind,

At times no concessions; even when you entirely
abandoned each of your fantastically tantalizing
dreams; magnanimously dedicating every pore of your
body; to the Samaritan service of your respected
nation,

At times no concessions; even when you charred your
visage to insipidly threadbare ash; frantically
attempting to save the mystical forests from torching
under the salacious tumult of adulterated fire,

At times no concessions; even when you chivalrously
stripped every cranny of your poignant flesh; to
passionately embrace the dreary traveler; who was just
a pair of grotesquely emaciated bones,

At times no concessions; even when you tirelessly
march on your mission to make every person on this
earth; prosperous; employed and literate; although
fangs of devastatingly forlorn cancer viciously
stabbed your intricate veins and blood,

At times no concessions; even as you unfurled into the
immortally vibrant colors of goodness and unassailable
love; austerely crippling your every inevitable
desire; so that the planet continued to exist as a
gorgeously charismatic paradise,

O! Yes at times no concessions given to you for doing
even the absolute best you could for every construable
fraternity of mankind; for invincibly protecting
countless lives even as you expunged your very last
breath; for being an implacably truthful harbinger of
humanity at every path you took timeless stride,
As the greatest concession given to you perpetually by
Lord Almighty; was the carpet of vivaciously gifted
and fantastically supreme life….


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