Your Best Company, Is You Yourself

Nobody on earth could eat for you other than you yourself; in order to blissfully mollify all those thwarting pangs of hunger; which if left untreated—would render you soon into a brutally disheveled corpse,

Nobody on earth could walk for you other than you yourself; in order to magically ease the wretchedly restless energy circumventing your bored feet; as they fervently stamped earth and kissed the oncoming exuberant draughts of air,

Nobody on earth could talk for you other than you yourself; in order to give voice to all those quintessentially simmering thoughts; inevitably wanting to be poured outside the barren chest,

Nobody on earth could watch a film for you other than you yourself; in order to fantasize and emotively feel beyond realms of the extraordinary; which mundane life otherwise never allowed you to dare,

Nobody on earth could smile for you other than you yourself; in order to feel bounteously happy from the innermost realms of your soul; for living every moment in the true pulse of bountifully enamoring life,

Nobody on earth could sleep for you other than you yourself; in order to render every cranny of your drearily impoverished countenance that heavenly respite; and gallop once again towards effulgent righteousness the instant you opened your eyes,

Nobody on earth could dream for you other than you yourself; in order to visualize the most inscrutable enigmas and colors on this Universe; and then express them in myriad forms like poetry; paintings; music by the grace of the Almighty Lord,

Nobody on earth could wash for you other than you yourself; in order to be bereft of all incorrigibly adulterated grease; and then emerge into dazzling fresh Sunshine to unabashedly enjoy for a countless more lifetimes,

Nobody on earth could sing for you other than you yourself; in order to perpetuate obsolete wisps of fleeting atmosphere; with the passionate fire of melody enveloping your innocuous soul,

Nobody on earth could swallow for you other than you yourself; in order to let breath flow like an uninhibited river of happiness; and at the same ensure that the stomach solely sung the hymns of contentment,

Nobody on earth could kiss for you other than you yourself; in order to melange the avalanche of your ignited emotions with another soul; and thereby perpetually evolve with an unconquerably new fragrance of life,

Nobody on earth could dance for you other than you yourself; in order to let every incarcerated vindication of your monotonous bones; liberate into the surreal pulse of rhythmically palpitating night,

Nobody on earth could express for you other than you yourself; in order to perpetuate every fragment of the atmosphere around; with your very own inimitable identity which radiated even after veritable death,

Nobody on earth could achieve for you other than you yourself; in order to grant every nerve under your skin the essence of unparalleled contentment; and charting your own infallible course to victory amidst a pack of satanic wolves,

Nobody on earth could embrace for you other than you yourself; in order to timelessly coalesce every fabric of your existence with the religion of living kind; and thus feel the most insuperably blessed entity alive,

Nobody on earth could procreate for you other than you yourself; in order that you played your own distinctively significant part in continuing God’s chapter of creation; in perfect symbiosis with the beats of nature divine,

Nobody on earth could hear for you other than you yourself; in order to form your very own unduplicated perception of everything happening around you; undettered by the tyrannical bigotry of the planet outside,

Nobody on earth could die for you other than you yourself; in order that you quit breath solely on the commands of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord; and made way for a fresher new civilization of magical goodness,

Nobody on earth could live for you other than you yourself; in order to be an integral element of the drapery of this effervescent planet; and further embellish each step that you tread on with the spirit of immortal love,

Then why do you keep weeping that you were all alone; when you had infact the most invincibly blessed company on earth to disseminate love; friendship and undying charm—which was by the Grace of God none other; but you yourself.

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