Who’s Bothered The Tiniest Of Death

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m terribly afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember those divinely eyes of yours; the unparalleled empathy for every fraternity of living kind enshrouding them; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m uncontrollably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember those magical palms of yours; which forever erased every sorrow from the fathomless fabric of mankind; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m indescribably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember those benign ears of yours which heard and befriended every voice from the heart on this earth; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m endlessly afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember those Omnipotent footprints of yours which invincibly lead all forms of altruistic goodness; to the ultimate corridors of utopian heaven,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m unfathomably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember those miraculously ameliorating lips of yours—which metamorphosed every insinuation of disparity into a paradise of oneness; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m limitlessly afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember those Omniscient lines of your forehead; which poignantly depicted the destiny of every palpitating organism on this Universe; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m unceasingly afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that inimitably unconquerable majesty of your caress—which took all my pains forever and ever and ever; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m terribly afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that eternally enlightening voice of yours—which silenced the mightiest shriek of the devil forever; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m unthinkably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember those innumerable miracles that you inexhaustibly spurned out of lifeless air; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m treacherously afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that divinely nose of yours which mischievously cuddled every child irrespective of caste/creed/or color—thereby giving it a brand new life; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m unexplainably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that impregnable freshness that radiated from your countenance; which perpetuated an infinite civilizations of symbiotic togetherness; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m inconsolably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember your Omnipotence fragrance; which gave a whole new direction to every despairingly flailing element of life; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m intransigently afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember your unparalleled magnetic voice—which quelled every idiosyncratically perverted imagery forever; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m irretrievably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember your astounding prowess to blend earth with sky-at a singleton swish of your godly thumb; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m maniacally afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember the unassailable silkenness of your persona—which charmed even the most hideous of devils to fall at your feet; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m overwhelmingly afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that heavenly spontaneity that profusely dribbled from your soul—uninhibitedly embracing one and all on this boundless Universe; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m inescapably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that immortal heart of yours; whose each insuperable beat blessed every cranny of this gigantic Universe with the power of truth; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m inexorably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that unmatched signature of yours—which forever bore the ultimate seal of this entire enchanting planet; after I die,

Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but I’m continuously afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that eternal sparkle in even the most evanescent of your shadow—which bestowed upon the power to royally survive as the richest organism for an infinite more lifetimes; after I die.

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