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By
Nikhil Parekh
Author Biography
Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 , 1977 ) , from Ahmedabad ,
India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his
Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India limcabookofrecords.in , which is India's Best Book of Records ,
also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of
World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written
by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length
of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle .
The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never
ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet
by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and
natural .
10 National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of
Records India are for
( 1 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in
McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's
Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem , Come
Lets Embrace our New Religion
( 2 ) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year
Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's
National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada
A Profound Dedication
A ramification of the innumerable Omnipotent fragrances of life
that I've smelt by the grace of God-I'm grateful to him for
enlightening me about his chapters of invincible creation and
Prologue
The compilation of poems depicts the Omniscient Creator in his
infinite unconquerable shapes and forms. Goes to irrefutably
prove that there is just one Creator, you choose to call him by
whatever name-and for everyone one of us till the time we live.
This book is a perpetual dedication to Almighty Lord. It
quintessentially portrays the splendor of the Almighty Creator in
his infinite forms. Goes to victoriously prove at every step, that
no matter how hard the devil tries to annihilate the planet-an
inconspicuous tap of the Lord's finger makes him crumble to his
very last non-existent frigid roots.
CONTENTS
1. I SPOKE ALLAH
2. GOD KNOWS IT FOR SURE
3. THE VERY FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE
4. BUT REMEMBER O! MATE
5. END & START
6. REACH OUT TO HUMANITY, GOD WILL REACH OUT TO
YOU
7. THE CERTIFICATE OF LIFE
8. GOD LOVES ALL THOSE HEARTS
9. COUNTLESS TIMES BETTER THAN THEE
10. LIVE LIFE HIGHER THAN THE CLOUDS
11. LOVE IS THE MOST SACRED FORM OF GOD
12. EVEN BEFORE I COULD TAKE BIRTH
13. MAKE ME ONE OF YOUR DISCIPLE
14. WHEN I TOUCHED YOUR OMNIPRESENT FEET
15. EVEN IF I HAD TO DIE EVERY MOMENT
16. HOW COULD YOU EVER CALL
17. A GIFT CALLED LIFE
18. BURY ME ALIVE
19. PLEASE DONT SHOW ME DEATH
20. ONE OF MY FELLOW KIND
21. MY TALK HAD NO END
22. EVEN AS THE NIGHT FALLS
23. TO WIN THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE
24. YOU RESEMBLED THE CREATOR DIVINE
25. UNASSAILABLY RIGHT
26. VICTORY SHALL FOREVER BE
27. THE CHILD OF THE LORD
28. FALLING FOREVER IN LOVE
29. BUT REMEMBER
30. FORGIVE ME
31. SOLELY ARDENT WINNERS.
32. UNTIL YOU VERITABLY DIE !
33. YOU ONLY TELL ME WHAT TO DO; O! ALMIGHTY
LORD.
34. NOBODY IS A SLAVE OF ANYBODY.
35. JUST ONE WISH
36. DRESSED FOR LOVE
37. HEAVENLY POETRY
1. I SPOKE ALLAH
I spoke a blatantly incorrigible NO; when the unconventional
society manipulatively cajoled me to leave my poetry and do an
obnoxiously mundane office
job instead,
I spoke a congenial PLEASE; when I wanted to be
wholesomely with my beloved; wanted to uninhibitedly admire
her and infact she wanted to mlange with the
glittering and star studded party,
I spoke a pathetically morose SORRY; when I had committed a
blunder at home; broken my neighbors glass pane; with the
obdurate cricket ball I was tossing
wildly in my hands,
I spoke an audaciously domineering EXCUSE ME; when I was
being irascibly poked in the cumbersomely long queue; and each
time I as I felt my number had finally arrived at the ticket
counter; somebody else barged in forcibly; disrupting all my fun,
I spoke a compassionate THANK YOU; when the things I
insatiably desired; were delivered at lightening speeds on my
feathered doorstep,
I spoke an inevitable YES; when the girl of my dreams; the
divinely charisma of my perceptions; invited me to embark on a
shopping spree of the contemporarily fabulous city,
I spoke a supremely cordial HELLO; when I met a person for
the first time in my life; didnt know the slightest as regards his
uncanny persona,
I spoke an inadvertently embarrassing IDIOT; when the
imbecile donkey standing in the middle of the street; intractably
refused to budge an inch to the side; no matter how stringently I
blew the horn of my monstrous automobile,
You might have slurped wine from the most royally sculptured
glasses today; but who knows the very next day they might
perhaps gruesomely disorient themselves into fretfully shattered
bits of meaninglessness; egregiously dropping on the obdurate
floors,
You might intransigently scrubbed your body with the most
efficaciously effusive antiseptic today; but who knows the very
next day it might perhaps stink more
insidiously than a pigstalk; innocuously tripping into the
inadvertently open farm gutter,
You might have relished the most contemporarily swanky
watches on your wrist today; but who knows the very next day
they might perhaps cease to function even an
evanescent tick; as the bewitching battery conked and miserably
stuttered without regrets,
You might have brandished the most eternally scintillating
swords today; but who knows the very next day they might
perhaps develop flagrantly hapless innuendos of rust; as an
appalling gloom of forlorn moisture unexpectedly set in,
You might have slept on the most handsomely expensive sheets
of silk today; but who knows the very next day they might
perhaps become dreadfully tottered and
ominous rags; with moths and rats salaciously devouring them
from every construable end,
You might have bathed under the most ravishingly effulgent
waterfalls today; but who knows the very next day they might
perhaps evaporate into wisps of
disparagingly decaying nothingness; under the unendingly
truculent tenacity of the ferocious Sun,
You might have miraculously memorized every perceivable
scripture of medieval past today; but who knows the very next
day it might perhaps desert you like light deserting the night; as
you suffered from inexplicably delirious aphasia of the highest
degree,
But the instant the invincible Almighty Lord gave them to me; I
felt they were nothing that special; and immediately commenced
to dream of a world treasury
even better; such was the frigidly goddamned parasite in me!
Till the time I didnt have a watch of my own; I dogmatically kept
craving for that exquisite designer dial; which would save me the
tyranny of everytime looking at the position of the blistering Sun
and ghoulish Moon,
But the instant the inimitable Almighty Lord gave it to me; I felt
it was nothing that special; and immediately commenced to
dream of a politically domineering clock even better; such was
the meaninglessly goddamned parasite in me !
Till the time I didnt have a bathtub of my own; I immutably kept
craving for those superbly antiseptic silken foam baths; those
splashes of exotically perfumed water that would save me rolling
unrelentingly in the criminally unsolicited gutters,
But the instant the unparalleled Almighty Lord gave it to me; I
felt it was nothing that special; and immediately commenced to
dream of a limitless ocean even better; such was the insanely
goddamned parasite in me !
Till the time I didnt have a jewel of my own; I inexorably kept
craving for those moments when there would an infallible
twinkle on my skin; and my disdainfully tottered rags would
metamorphose into the aisles of mesmerizing paradise,
But the instant the fathomless Almighty Lord gave it to me; I felt
it was nothing that special; and immediately commenced to
dream of a boundless rainbow even better; such was the
hedonistically goddamned parasite in me !
Till the time I didnt have an integrity of my own; I unceasingly
craved for those priceless times; when I would walk with my
head held high; arm in arm with
every conceivable echelon of the conventionally civilized society,
But the instant the Omnipresent Almighty Lord gave it to me; I
felt it was nothing that special; and immediately commenced to
dream of a perpetual heavenliness even better; such was the
bizarrely goddamned parasite in me !
Till the time I didnt have breath of my own; I intractably craved
for those cherished moments; when I would inhale iridescently
Love is a priceless gift; which even all the assimilated power and
wealth on this planet; miserably failed to purchase,
Love is an relentless epic; encapsulating the most fabulously
exotic rhyme on the trajectory of this earth,
Love is the most sacred form of God; instilling Omnipotent
beams of unshakable unity in every organism; inhaling air under
blue sky,
Over and above all; Love is the sole reason why every single
entity on this earth exists; infact the very beginning of
passionately palpitating signs of vital life.
Even before you could rob a single hair from her alluring scalp;
make me completely bald; with my head sparkling a ghastly
white under dim beams of moonlight,
Even before you could deprive her of even a diminutive fraction
of celestial sleep; savagely rip away all the bliss engulfing my
persona; thrusting me into an ocean
of unsurpassable complications,
Even before you could keep her hungry for more than a single
minute; starve me miserably for unimaginable number of
decades,
Even before you could think of destroying her divinely dwelling;
mercilessly pulverize each of my bones to more than a billion
pulp,
Even before you could snap an inconspicuous strand of hair from
her voluptuous eyelash; assassinate both my supple lids from
deep within their very fragile roots,
Even before you could tamper the slightest with her ability to
seductively sing; transform my voice into one more hoarser than
the obnoxiously black crow,
Even before you could trespass the most infinitesimal with her
tumultuous exuberance; exhaust all the energy and blood from
my vast conglomerate of veins,
Even before you could cause the faintest of panic in her heart;
make my beats race faster than the volcano erupting and
profusely blazing through the atmosphere,
And even before you could evolve the wildest perception of
taking her breath away O! Almighty Lord; bury me alive a
thousand feet beneath my corpse; till the time you wanted this
planet to continue.
When I met the convict; all I ended up talking with him was; the
murky side of life; the uncouthly satanic ocean of blood in which
he found himself inevitably
drowning in as time unveiled,
When I met the priest; all I ended up talking with him was; the
sacrosanct repertoire of scriptures embossed in the Bible; the
mystical balance between good and
the repulsively bad in daily life,
When I met the politician; all I ended up talking with him was;
the nonchalant list of boring policies he planned to evolve over a
period of time; the relentless list of portfolio's which he had
ushered to his ministers; putting me to sleep right before his
bulging eyes,
When I met the soldier; all I ended up talking with him was; an
unending tale of daunting war; the insurmountable tenacity he
had displayed while indefatigably fighting for his home soil,
When I met the dancer; all I ended up talking with him was; the
latest trends in contemporary disco; the seductively tantalizing
styles which he implemented to keep his audience fully
boisterous; even after wee hours of yawning midnight,
When I met the avalanche of augmenting snow; all I ended up
talking with him was; the bizarre cold experienced perennially at
all times; the overwhelming agony of being mutilated by
austerely cold winds from left; right and center,
When I met the eunuch; all I ended up talking with it was; the
unsurpassable sorrow with which it was bestowed upon this life;
the perpetual longing in its heart to take birth in infinite lives;
again as man,
When I met the doctor; all I ended up talking with him was; the
stringently obnoxious odor of potent medication; the ingeniously
life yielding drugs which
had just arrived in the conventional market,
When I met the housewife next door; all I ended up talking with
her was; the boundless chores of duty to be fulfilled each day;
the irascible humming of her
children which kept her wide awake all night,
When I met the author; all I ended up talking with him was; his
countless ocean of innovative ideas; the names of his publishers
and the names of his cherished books,
When I met the robust complexioned grandfather; all I ended up
talking with him was; the fathomless string of his life time
experiences; the nostalgic reminisces
of his innocuous youth; which fomented a passionate flurry of
silver tears to well up his eyes,
When I met the bald man; all I ended up talking with him was;
the inexplicable tyranny that had confronted him when he was
young; the step by step account of how he had lost his precious
shock of scintillating black hair,
When I met the girl of my dreams; all I ended talking with her
was; a mind-boggling chain of fantasies rampantly circulating in
my mind; a paradise on which I inherently wanted both of us to
exist for centuries unprecedented,
When I met the mother who had born me; all I ended talking
with her was; the days when I was a mischievous child; the
colossal tunnel of fairy tales I used to intriguingly listen
sandwiched invincibly secure; within deep recesses of her belly,
While it was only when I met the Creator; that I talked without
the slightest of restraint and inhibition; talked for times
unending about what I felt was my perception of life; talked
virtually about anything I felt like discussing on this majestically
boundless planet; and it was here that for the first time; MY
TALK WAS INFINITE, MY TALK HAD NO END.
If you thought that the entire world was your pristine stage; and
you could unceasingly exult in its rainbow of untainted desire;
for a fathomlessly more euphoric
nights,
If you thought that the entire world was your undefeated stage;
and you could sensuously fulminate in its mountain of ardently
unparalleled yearning; till entrenchments beyond the
construable reach of voice,
If you thought that the entire world was your divinely stage; and
you could titillate every slavering ingredient of your skin in its
fountain of unblemished happiness; for as long as breath
remained as the sole panacea for leading life,
If you thought that the entire world was your emollient stage;
and you could quench your every benign yearning in its Sun of
Omnipotent success; till even after the last trace of strength had
extradited from your bones,
If you thought that the entire world was your inimitable stage;
and you could ecstatically innovate in its fabric of supreme
selflessness; till even the most mercurial decibel of sound
palpitated in the atmosphere,
If you thought that the entire world was your unconquerable
stage; and you could innocuously paint its vividly flocculent
canvas; as long as there was Sun and Moon with equal
equanimity in sapphire sky,
If you thought that the entire world was your miraculous stage;
and you could immortally bond in its romantically impeccable
paradise; for days and nights
incomprehensible,
Then what you are thinking is unassailably right; if only you
could add BY THE GRACE OF GOD to each of your holistically
Samaritan thoughts; O! Yes all that you are thinking is more than
a 100 % true reflection of your humanitarian soul; by the grace
of the Creator Divine.
30. FORGIVE ME
Forgive me for inadvertently trampling over scores of tiny ants;
crawling unnoticed on the cold floor,
Forgive me for spitting foamy saliva indiscreetly on the streets;
on formation of excess liquid in the palette of my mouth,
Forgive me for banging my fists in tandem against the wall;
clenching my teeth in raw indignation on being intimidated,
Forgive me for driving at lightening speeds through the solitary
streets; bouncing in the drivers seat while listening to pulsating
music,
Forgive me for indiscriminately pouncing on the petulant
mosquito; buzzing incessantly in the vicinity of my eardrum,
Forgive me for not listening to my mother; when she stringently
admonished to get up at the crack of evanescent dawn,
Forgive me for being insatiably greedy; when it came to
extracting wealth from this uncouth world,
Forgive me for indulging in licentious thoughts; possessing
feeble control over the unprecedented realms of my mind,
On the other hand you say; that neither should I ever worship
those who solely propagated the axiom of Live Like a king and
not Live and Let live like a king;
nor should I ever dare to do the same myself,
Then you only tell me O! Almighty Lord; that should I ever
worship my parents or not; who infact at times; couldnt selfishly
see anyone else but their own kin and themselves in the mirror
of the world; and who tirelessly wanted only these few to Live
like a King.
shivering bodies,
It was my formidable inspiration; to unflinchingly bounce
forward even as vindictive thorns of hell torrentially pelted from
open sky; to maintain a wave of spell binding phlegmatism even
in the face of the most tyrannically lambasting disaster,
It was my fathomless inspiration; to unendingly fantasize all
mesmerizing goodness that lay embellished on this planet;
absorb even the most ethereal iota of happiness that lingered
abundantly on this marvelous planet,
It was my unbelievable inspiration; to blossom into an iridescent
paradise of beauty as the minutes unveiled; transcend past the
barriers of threadbare spuriousness in all aspects of exotic life,
It was my ubiquitous inspiration; to synergistically enthrall one
and all alike; with the tunes of captivatingly enthralling
vivaciousness and charismatic grace,
It was my immortal breath; to not only majestically lead this; but
every artistically eclectic life; of a countless more lifetimes,
O! Yes; it was Gods most pricelessly precious gift bestowed
perennially upon my heart; it was the most fascinating thing that
could have ever happened to me
in my life; it was my reflection that I sighted every dawn in my
mirror; it was my HEAVENLY POETRY.
How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had bestowed an ingratiatingly heavenly charisma in
your patriotically blazing stride ?
How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had bestowed euphorically everlasting smiles upon your
innocuously rubicund lips ?
How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had bestowed rhapsodically vivacious charisma in your
ebulliently cascading hair ?
How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had bestowed unparalleled piquancy in each of your
poignantly intricate senses ?
How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had bestowed insatiably untamed whirlpools of spell
binding fantasy; in even the most infinitesimal corridors of your
ecstatically wandering brain ?
How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had bestowed unparalleled muscle in your tenaciously
resilient arms ?
How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had bestowed indispensable morsels of food in your
harmoniously bouncing and innocuous stomach ?
How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had bestowed a cistern of tantalizingly enigmatic
seduction on even the most diminutively obsolete step that you
transgressed ?
How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had bestowed an unconquerable wave of enlightening
optimism in even the most inconspicuously insipid of your
majestic reflection ?
How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had bestowed an unsurpassable entrenchment of
divinely sensitivity in the vicinity of your wonderfully intimate
and amiable ears ?
How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had bestowed an unshakable sky of benevolently
scintillating humanity upon your intrepidly philanthropic
shoulders ?
How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had bestowed irrefutably unassailable truth in the walls
of your Omnisciently priceless conscience ?
How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had bestowed an unfathomable cloud of titillating
sensuousness in even the most ethereal element
of your regale persona ?
How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had bestowed an Omnipotent waterfall of breath in your
marvelously seductive and profoundly aristocratic nostrils ?
And how the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had
bestowed a perpetually invincible fountain of love; in the beats
of your immortally palpitating heart ?
43. FOOTSTEPS
The footsteps of hatred were as dim as the setting Sun; having
no entity of their own; as they lingered ludicrously between dusk
and starry twilight,
The footsteps of lies were as squalid as the overripe fruit;
abhorrently stinking with a fleet of inconspicuous insects;
devouring them to insipid nothingness,
The footsteps of discrimination were as dark as the pathetically
dilapidated dungeons; melting into bizarre oblivion; even as the
flamboyant Sun; blazed in passionate agony outside,
unveil.
God fathomlessly loves all those trees which atleast try their 100
% to waft into celestially tranquil shade; resplendently enamor
even the most infinitesimally dreary bones of the frenetically
beleaguered traveler with unparalleled coolness; not
bothered a trifle about the outcome to unveil.
God immeasurably loves those bricks which atleast try their 100
% to solidify the colossal edifice; become a quintessentially
unshakable ingredient of the foundation even in the worst of
apocalypses and for times immemorial; not bothered a trifle
about the outcome to unveil.
God unconquerably loves all those winds which atleast try their
100 % to unequivocally liberate; grant the wings of magically
uninhibited freedom to
every organism besieged with manipulatively asphyxiating
prejudice; not bothered a trifle about the outcome to unveil.
God unprecedentedly loves all those women who atleast try their
100 % to give birth to countless more of her kind; contribute
their very best in inexhaustibly continuing the chapters of
priceless procreation; not bothered a trifle about the outcome to
unveil.
God boundlessly loves all those philanthropists who atleast try
their 100% to holistically mitigate every fraternity of
despairingly tyrannized humanity;
selflessly embrace every deprived orphan in their swirl of
unassailable humanity; not bothered a trifle about the outcome
to unveil.
God insurmountably loves all those flowers which atleast try
their 100 % to ubiquitously disseminate the scent of fragrant
brotherhood; miraculously
rejuvenate delinquently dying corpses towards the paradise of
effulgently harmonious newness; not bothered a trifle about the
outcome to unveil.
God endlessly loves all those granules of soil which atleast try
their 100% to burgeon into ebulliently triumphant fruit;
beautifully mollify the treacherously emaciated intestines of
God perpetually loves all those breaths which atleast try their
100 % to perpetuate a whole new civilization of passionate
togetherness and royal camaraderie; every time they exhaled;
not bothered a trifle about the outcome to unveil.
And God immortally loves all those hearts which atleast try their
100% to unabashedly love; unchallangably coalesce in bonds of
everlastingly redolent unity; not bothered a trifle about the
outcome to unveil.
46. A PARASITE FROM A PARADISE
Overwhelmed by sedation; in the realms of fathomlessly
enchanting fantasy,
Floating on a blanket of clouds; with a festoon of seductive
fairies dancing incessantly around me,
Embracing the voluptuous coat of verdant grass full throttle;
rampantly rolling in the stupendous blades till times
immemorial,
Perceiving the most incredulous objects in this Universe; surging
astronomically forward than the spirit of times,
Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More importantly
Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people made this blissful
planet of yours; a parasite from a paradise.
Sniffing the mesmerizing aroma of heavenly nectar; boisterously
leaping behind the swarming bees,
Blending majestically with the Sunshine; basking under in the
glory of milky beams of exotic moon,
Admiring the resplendent blanket of glittering stars;
philandering like a price on the summit of velvety ice,
Saluting the birds soaring high in the ephemeral evenings;
profoundly lost in the cadence of the Queenly nightingale,
Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More importantly
Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people made this blissful
planet of yours; a parasite from a paradise.
Galloping through the fields of blossoming corn; indefatigably
cuddling the innocuous sheep sleeping on the hills,
Gyrating fervently in the music of the morning cuckoo; splashing
euphorically in an unfathomable ocean of tangy water,
The fire while blazing full throttle didnt think even once, as to
whether its flames would shelter the naked or the fully clothed;
in the freezing night,
The moon shimmering majestically didnt think even once as to
whether its profound glow would illuminate the house of a
"Hindu" or an orthodox "Islam",
The river flowing perennially didnt think even once, as to
whether its waters would pacify the thirst of a blind man or a
girl with golden eyes,
The bees while making tones of sparkling honey didnt think
even once, as to whether a mother would apply the same on her
infants lips or red ants would crawl
greedily from all sides,
The wind as it gustily blew didnt think even once, as to whether
its harmonious flow cooled the most sophisticated or granted
solace to those behind prison bars in sweltering summer,
The feather tipped pen as it wrote didnt think even once, as to
whether it was held in the hands of the sanctimonious priest or a
true writer embossing boundless lines of literature with his own
blood,
The wet soil sprawled over million kilometers of territory didnt
think even once, as to whether it was going to be used in
construction of the grandiloquent castle or to raise walls of the
dingy seaside hut,
The oxygen circulating freely in air didnt think even once, as to
whether its was going to instill new life in the lungs of a criminal
or revive the dying prime-minister,
The tufts of immaculate cotton sprouting in fields didnt even
think once, as to whether they were going to be stitched for the
body of a King or would softly
caress the one legged orphan,
There were some who hated the cuckoo; for devilishly disturbing
their celestial morning sleep; ruthlessly jarring them from their
ingratiatingly nocturnal slumber
and rhapsodic bedcover delights,
There were some who hated the buildings; for satanically
obstructing their panoramically pristine view; for lecherously
asphyxiating them of veritably glorious air and exhilarating
exuberance,
There were some who hated the dungeons; for disastrously
camouflaging their blissfully innocuous persona; with violent
whirlpools of ghastly blackness,
There were some who hated the rain; for vindictively playing
spoil sport in their pragmatically routine activities; impeding
their electric pace; to triumphantly surge forward in vibrant life,
There were some who hated the gutters; for obnoxiously
infiltrating the tranquil serenity of their dwellings; with
horrendously preposterous scent,
There were some who hated the mountains; for perilously
hovering in the way of their handsomely majestic flight;
engendering them to crash like insipid mincemeat; against the
treacherously demonic slopes,
There were some who hated the clock; for indefatigably tick
tocking all night and brilliant day; not letting them rest even an
inconspicuous trifle; to wholesomely
shrug the astronomical perseverance of the previous day,
There were some who hated the ice; for indiscriminately
numbing the poignantly scarlet blood in their veins; abominably
jeopardizing their progress towards
an impregnably scintillating victory,
There were some who hated the jungles; for worthlessly
marauding upon precious space; constricting the blissful
development of the contemporary civilization;
with its uncouthly rampant maze of creepers and beasts,
3.
When boundless impeccable living were uncouthly lambasted for
ostensibly no fault of theirs; and even the most scintillatingly
articulate pathways of glorious success; now retracting like a
mouse into its incarcerated shell,
When a savagely insidious carpet of darkness lecherously
besieged the sparkling eyes; and even the most enlightening
beams of profound optimism; despairingly faltering in their
progress to trigger hope once again,
When the innermost dormitories of the soul and conscience
harbored nothing but a dustbin of blatant lies; and even the most
patriotic swords of truth; incessantly failing to chop acerbic
badness from its very roots,
When derogatory traps of barbarically snared their fangs on
every step that the innocent tread; and even the most mightiest
powerhouses of fortitude; disgustingly deviating in their way to
assist penalized humanity,
There was only one door in this Universe; which unflinchingly
supported the cause of divine righteousness; there was only door
which infinite organisms knocked even in the middle of the
whipping midnight; O! yes it was indeed a door; that irrefutably
led to the marvelously forgiving chamber of the unconquerable
Almighty Lord.
The End .