The Womb - Poems on Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood - volume 1

The Womb – Poems on Mother , Father , Children ,
Parenthood – volume 1
By
Nikhil Parekh
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Collection of mine in its entirety , alongwith the differently titled
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August , 1977 ) , poet and author from Ahmedabad , India . I am also a
10 - Time National Record holder for my Poetry with the Limca Book
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Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children ,
Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment ,
Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood - at this website you can also browse
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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
( 3 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for
his poem on AIDS which is - Aids doesn't kill . Your Attitude kills .
( 4 ) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best Poetry EBook
( 5 ) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies
from World Leaders and World Organizations .
( 6 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International
Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org .
( 7 ) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at
Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website .
( 8 ) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - Love versus
Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace , at Wattpad.com - The World's most
popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones .
( 9 ) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela ,
has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa .
(10) "Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED
POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15
million words , financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at -
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ".
The Indian Poet has written thousands of poems on - GOD, Peace , Love , Anti
Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father ,
Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty ,

Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and
downloads on the Internet .
Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume
4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 )
, You die; I die - Love Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to
volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut
your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) , Longest Poem written by
Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his
Poetry .
The Poet’s Poetry has had the patronization of several World Leaders including the
Queen of England . Visit Nikhil Parekh at – nikhilparekh.org .
About The Poetry Book
This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually volume 1 of the Book
titled – The Womb ( 250 pages ) . A flurry of poetic concoctions dedicated to the
ever-pervading woman and mother. Profoundly saluting her love, compassion and
resolute grit as she evolves a diminutive infant into a powerhouse of talent, into a

complete individual. The poems in the collection are humble salutations to the
essence of Parenthood, to the unbelievable depths of sacrifice that a mother resorts
whilst bringing up her child right since its inception in the womb. Each poem reveres
the 'godly womb' as the source of all creation that has ever been. This book in itself is
the most befitting tribute to the agonizing odysseys of parents as they nourish their
children-and children as they grow up as the most powerful angels of God to stupefy
all humanity with their inherent charm. A quintessential read for every parent or
parent to be, it brings out the charm of creation since the very first breath. The verses
within bountifully poeticize every unbridled mischief of a child with its beloved
parents.
CONTENTS
1. WOMAN
2. FATHER AND MOTHER .
3. FOR MY ETERNAL MOTHER
4. CHILDREN ARE LIKE GOD.
5. SOLELY AN IMMORTAL MOTHER.

6. WOMB.
7. MY BABY
8. THE VOICE OF MY DIVINELY BABY DAUGHTER
9. HIS HEART WAS AS OMNIPRESENT
10. THE BRIDE
11. WHEN I WAS A CHILD
12. THE FINAL THOUGHT
13. REFLECTIONS OF CHILDHOOD
14. TALE OF TRADITION
15. A CHILD SMILES
16. THERE WAS SIMPLY NO NEED
17. WHAT I DO KNOW
18. IT WAS PERFECTLY NORMAL
19. SIMPLY USELESS
20. THE GREATEST CURSE
21. GODLY WOMB
22. I LOVED THEM MORE
23. THE POWER OF MY MOTHER’S MILK
24. SINFUL IDENTITY
25. TRIUMPHANTLY GODLY LAP ]
26. COME LETS WHOLEHEARTEDLY ALLOW
27. ONLY A MOTHER
28. TO THE INIMITABLY GODLY BEATS
29. INIMITABLY DIVINE MOTHER
30. MOTHER
31. GOD'S MOST PRECIOUS CREATION
32. HAVING FUN
33. RIGHTFULLY YOURS
34. O ! HEAVENLY MOTHER
35. WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST OF FEAR
36. I LONGED FOR THOSE MOMENTS
37. IT WAS A FEMALE’S OMNIPOTENT WOMB
38. IN MY CHILD’S IMMORTAL EYES
39. A TRIBUTE TO MY GRANDPARENTS
40. THE PERFECT HOUSEWIFE
41. THE BEST RIDE
42. FATHER
43. LEARN TO ALTRUISTICALLY SACRIFICE
44. INTO HOW MANY PARTS WOULD YOU DIVIDE THE CHILD
AFTER DIVORCE?
45. THE SOLE AND ONLY VOICE OF MY DAUGHTER
46. TRANSFORM ME INTO A CHILD
47. MOTHER AND CHILD
48. REMEMBER THAT ONE DAY

49. NEWLY BORN EYES
50. MY NEWBORN DAUGHTER
1. WOMAN
A garden of voluptuously endless scent; sprouting into a bountiful maze of tantalizing
color and vibrancy; every unleashing minute of the panoramic day,
A fortress of unflinchingly impregnable solidarity; tirelessly inspiring one and all of
her compassionately gregarious kin,

A fountain of resplendent graciousness; disseminating the fragrance of everlasting
empathy; on every impoverished step that she majestically tread,
A cloudburst of insatiably untamed yearning; as she triggered fireballs of
unsurpassably untamed desire; even in the heart of the sordidly treacherous and
remorseful night,
A waterfall of astoundingly scintillating radiance; as she unveiled an unfathomable
veil of regale artistry in every ingredient of the vivaciously bustling atmosphere,
A wave of perennially heartfelt emotions; ardently exploring the fathomless chapters
of existence; as the Omnipotent sun bloomed full throttle in the whites of her
immaculately pristine eyes,
An apostle of humanitarian bonding; embracing all spell binding goodness of this
gigantic Universe; wonderfully in her compassionately amiable bosom,
A forest of eternally proliferating sensuousness; profusely oozing into unsurpassable
rivulets of ingratiating enchantment; as voluptuous darkness took an invincible grip
on disdainfully inclement light,
A perpetually perfect dream for any artist; as he assimilated even the most
infinitesimal iota of her celestially sparkling beauty; in the fathomless embodiment of
his timeless canvas,
An everlastingly Optimistic light; that maneuvers you towards a paradise of divine
rhapsody and unending exuberance; when you felt your nerves being brutally
annihilated by swords of bizarre manipulation,
A melodiously evergreen song; that rejuvenates every despicably dying speck of your
frazzled visage; marvelously drifting you towards a sky of vividly fascinating newness,
An insurmountably poignant gorge of vibrant titillation; blissfully enrapturing even
the most drearily alien; into a cocoon of mesmerizing smiles,
A harbinger of ubiquitously immortal peace; divinely soothing every invidiously
adulterated web of discordant hoarseness; with the stupendously
supernatural melody in her voice,
A selfless mirror of beautifully scintillating reality; uninhibitedly unleashing the
corridors of her impeccable soul; to all philanthropically blending on the trajectory
of this gargantuan earth,

An indefatigable saga of tumultuous passion and turmoil; wholeheartedly weathering
every stage of inexplicably enigmatic existence; in harmoniously triumphant synergy
with the; Almighty Divine,
A rainbow of Omnisciently perpetuating shine; inundating even the most
preposterously indigent of lives; with gloriously unblemished rivers of ecstatic
seduction,
A wind of fabulously reinvigorating freshness; unbelievably replenishing even the
most capriciously infidel of your beleaguered senses; with the essence of
Omnipresent mankind,
An unparalleled inferno of magnetically alluring breath; immortally throbbing to
insatiably assimilate all love that lay boundlessly scattered; on this incomprehensibly
vast planet,
And although she existed in unfathomable roles in today’s society; at times a
sacrosanct Mother; at times a mischievous sister; at times an enchanting seductress; at
times a compassionate wife; at times an affable aunt; at times an eternal grandmother;
There was one solemnization that was unassailably common for each of her form; as
she would for infinite birth’s remain God’s most pricelessly beautiful creation; she
would forever be crowned as a resplendent woman .
2. FATHER AND MOTHER .
He celestially slept in her Godly lap for marathon hours; when the brilliantly
flamboyant Sun peaked full throttle in the sky,
While to be hoisted high and handsome in euphoric air; all that he had to do was;
incoherently tug at the maturely bohemian fingers; of my ebulliently anticipating
palms .

He boisterously suckled milk from her sacred chest; when he felt intermittently
hungry; even at the most inexplicable moments of the day and all throughout the
perilous night,
While to be recounted his favorite rhymes of mystical adventure and frolic; all that he
had to do was; innocuously stare at my compassionate eyes; as the rain fell in
tranquilly from the fathomless skies outside.
He danced in her poignant lap with uninhibited tandem; rejoicing the most pricelessly
grandiloquent moments of his freshly born life,
While to be apprised of the outside world; march on his own tiny feet outside; all he
had to do was; immaculately flood my ears with his euphorically mesmerizing and
incongruous sounds.
He snuggled unassailably close to her pristine belly; whenever he felt even the most
inconspicuous iota of fear lingering diabolically in the atmosphere around,
While to be taught how to prudently discern words and language; all he had to do
was; kiss me impeccably on my bearded cheeks; as the seductive songs of the cuckoo;
greeted one and all; at gloriously ethereal dawn.
He gleefully plucked at the strands of her silken hair; joyously banging his diminutive
fists into her chin; whenever he felt strung by winds of overwhelmingly
uncontrollable mischief,
While to be scrupulously washed of all the abominable dirt adhering to his eternally
brand new visage; all he had to do was; inarticulately wink at the ecstatically
obliging contours of my face.
He fabulously emulated in front of her all the voices he had an absolute infatuation
towards; nibbling her Omnipotent ears with his softly developing teeth,
While to be indefatigably tickled on his blissfully endowing ribs; all he had to do was;
naughtily play hide and seek with my profoundly twinkling eyes.
He smiled the smile of the angels in her vivaciously resplendent arms; irrefutably
accepting her unconquerable breath and sweat; as the sole tonic to survive,
While to be taken round every cranny of our dwelling; as well as unrelentingly explore
the sprouting garden outside; all he had to do was; gently pat me on my fervently
awaiting and already bent shoulders.
He intransigently adored her celestial countenance for being the most beautifully
bountiful on this entire planet; immortally imprisoning her invincible picture;
for infinite more births to come; in his heart; mind; and righteous conscience,
While to be bequeathed upon even the most infinitesimal of desire in his life; all he
had to do was; passionately address me by any name that he wanted; forever he
would always remain as my blood; as my heavenly child.

And although he sporadically probed her for something; and at times holistically
leaned upon my demeanor for that object eluding his timelessly Omnipotent senses,
He had impregnably bestowed upon both of us an honor which made us exist as the
richest organisms for countless more births of ours yet to unfurl; O! yes an
indescribable richness of being his only; FATHER AND MOTHER.
3. FOR MY ETERNAL MOTHER
I might have augmented in physical proportions tumultuously; towering like a giant
from above chunks of infinitesimally threadbare soil,
I might have evolved a bombastically aristocratic slang; emanating the most prudently
sagacious sounds from my large mouth; every time I got an opportunity to speak,

I might have encapsulated even the most minuscule cranny of my body in robes of
grandiloquently ostentatious silk; majestically cascading like a prince through the lanes
of irrefutably sparkling fame,
I might have escalated to the zenith of scintillating prosperity; suckling opulent wine
and breathing oligarchic cigar smoke; blending with sumptuous cuisines of high
society,
But for my eternally sacrosanct Mother I would forever remain her innocuously
wailing infant; witnessing the alien world from her compassionately sequestering
eyes; forever remain as her immortal child.
1.
I might have unassailably conquered many a treacherous army; with the
overwhelming essence of patriotism; blissfully bequeathed upon me; by Lord
Almighty,
I might have catapulted to the marvelously invincible mountaintop; bereft of the
most inconspicuous of scaffolding or support,
I might have astoundingly discovered an unfathomable reservoir of newness; as I
tread with profusely unending exuberance on every enchanting step,
I might have unfurled into an unsurpassably enamoring festoon of stupendous
vivaciousness; as I danced in the uninhibitedly untamed spirit of adulthood; under
the tantalizingly pelting droplets of golden rain,
But for my adorably impregnable Mother; I would forever remain her impeccable
baby huddled perpetually close to her warm chest; being nourished with the
godly air in her lungs; forever remain as her immortal child.
2.
I might have rhetorically mastered the painstaking art of surviving in desolate
solitude; ardently staring for hours immemorial; towards the blanket of resplendently
twinkling stars,
I might have ebulliently gallivanted towards the corridors of unequivocally glittering
success; profoundly basking in the insatiably fragrant glory of timeless existence,

I might have unconquerably kissed the lanes of overwhelming fame; being showered
upon with an award of every conceivable denomination for my poetic artistry; by the
grace of Almighty God,
I might have bloomed into a perennial flower of philanthropic mankind;
disseminating the fragrance of humanity to the most fathomless quarters of this
colossally mesmerizing Universe,
But for my Omnisciently divine Mother; I would forever remain her bundle of freshly
delivered rhapsody; impeccably embracing her lips with my tiny hands; forever
remain her immortal child.
3.
I might have magnificently placated countless dolorously dreary organisms in the
atmosphere; with the mystically resplendent cadence in my poignant voice,
I might have unflinching confronted the most truculently acrimonious of disaster;
without a single wink of my incredulously blazing eyes,
I might have got royally ingratiating artistry melodiously embedded in every core of
my impoverished countenance; encompassing all panoramic beauty of this Universe;
in the canvas of my enlightening soul,
I might have celestially procreated immaculate progeny of my own; succeeding in my
pricelessly virile endeavors of continuing God’s glorious chapters of harmonious
creation,
But for my bountifully beautiful Mother; I would forever remain her mischievously
frolicking child; the sole deity which she had harnessed with her very own flesh and
blood; forever remain her immortal child.
4. CHILDREN ARE LIKE GOD.
Children are like fresh globules of tantalizing rain; which spell bindingly descend in
euphoric frenzy from fathomless carpets of glorious sky,
Children are like innocuous tufts of cotton soaring ebulliently in handsome
atmosphere; philandering in stupendous melody under carpets of gloriously blissful

sunshine,
Children are like the pristine rays of Omnipotent Sun; profoundly illuminating one
and all; with their vibrantly intriguing imagery; alike,
Children are like the fairies of irrefutable truth dancing in the celestial heavens; with
their immaculately divine consciences boundless kilometers away; from the despicable
gutter of lies,
Children are like ecstatically redolent roses brazenly swaying in the afternoon winds;
unfurling into majestic artistry and overwhelmingly tangy boisterousness; as each
second speedily zipped by,
Children are like fulminating springs of rhapsodically untamed jubilation which erupt
from the inner most core of earth; incessantly blooming into a paradise of new found
energy; an insatiable euphoria to propel forward in life,
Children are like united colors of the vivaciously radiant rainbow; embracing each
other in compassionate cradles of humanity; entirely oblivious to the satanic vagaries
of caste; creed; religion and spurious color,
Children are like the resplendently milky beams of the innocent Moon; perennially
twinkling in the unparalleled exuberance of discovery; indefatigably exploring all
bountiful happiness so fantastically laden upon this colossal planet,
Children are like voluptuously nimble blades of dew drop coated grass; profusely
ringing in the wholesome merriment of symbiotic existence; whistling past the
meadows of inexplicably ghastly sorrow; with Omnipotent beauty in their tiny souls,
Children are like scintillatingly majestic eagles soaring royally through the silken
clouds; uninhibitedly kissing all goodness that confronted them in their way; on every
step that they poignantly tread,
Children are like angels of relentlessly philanthropic benevolence; donating even the
most priceless of their possession; to their comrades in agonizing pain,
Children are like the sparkle of seductively ethereal dawn; deluging every disastrously
bereaved household; with the ingratiatingly timeless essence of joyously beautiful
existence,
Children are like steps leading to the sacrosanct Creator; unassailably fortifying your
persona to face the deadliest of evil; as you clambered each foot forward,

Children are like rambunctiously revered and bushy squirrels up in the foliated trees;
eternally unfolding into insurmountable enthusiasm; leaping fleet- footedly to
metamorphose beleaguered earth once again into an Omniscient paradise,
Children are like unfathomable treasure hoves of captivating honey; oozing the
ultimate sweetness of Godly creation; with the incredulous ardor in their heavenly
voice,
Children are like charms of everlasting luck; magically transforming your despairingly
deplorable survival; into a life replete with profusely endearing graciousness,
Children are like invincibly boundless mountains of faith; instilling Herculean courage
in all those miserably dwindling; by just the unprecedented fervor of brilliant
optimism; lingering enchantingly in the whites of their eyes,
Children are like petals of Omnipresent prosperity; ubiquitously diffusing the spirit of
happiness and immortal humanity; to every penuriously ailing entity on the trajectory
of this endlessly glittering planet,
And Children are like the supremely divine aura of Godhead; granting every benign
desire in your heart to be perpetually true; the instant you held their beaming palms
to frolic with them in the gardens of; unconquerable togetherness.
5. SOLELY AN IMMORTAL MOTHER.
Some called her a tantalizing seductress; philandering uninhibitedly through
the inscrutably rustling forests,
Some called her an angel having just descended from the sky; bountifully pacifying
even the most traumatically agonized senses; with the stupendous charisma in her
voice,

Some called her a poignantly tangy wave; profusely enlightening the gruesomely pallid
atmosphere around; with the incredulous euphoria in her ravishing stride,
Some called her an unfathomably enigmatic wind; that mystically tingled countless of
impoverished souls; in the heavenly swirl of her compassionately diffusing breath,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother; feeding it with celestial
granaries of impeccable milk; and loads of overwhelmingly silken warmth.
Some called her a gloriously alluring pack of metamorphosing cards; enthusing
boundless with the magic in her triumphant smile,
Some called her an insurmountably nubile vixen; voraciously drowning even the most
lecherously monotonous; in an untamed thunderbolt of never ending raw desire,
Some called her a fabulously evading mirage; captivating even the most insensitively
alien; in the ingratiating aroma that lingered incomprehensibly around each of her
vivacious senses,
Some called her an unsurpassable carpet of marvelously scarlet roses; profoundly
illuminating every dwindling path that she tread on; with the philanthropic divinity
enshrouding her immaculate conscience,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother; cuddling its tuft of innocuously
heavenly hair indefatigably throughout the day; sequestering it from the even most
infinitesimal of evil every moment of the disastrously horrendous night.
Some called her an unparalleled magician; metamorphosing every shattered heart that
she caressed; into an enthralling paradise which kissed the realms of eternity,
Some called her an irrefutably bestowing fairy Goddess; fulfilling every wish of the
despicably shivering and miserably penurious,
Some called her an exuberantly swimming mermaid; deluging the invidiously pathetic
gloom around; with her unbelievably enamoring charisma and tinkling footsteps,
Some called her a panacea for even the most devastatingly debilitated disease;
impregnably finding reprieve under nothing else on this planet; but
her magnanimously showering palms,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother; sacrificing everything in her life;
to witness it eternally blossom into the most invincibly unflinching entity alive.
Some called her a fantasy come true for all births; tickling the most inner most
dormitories of the ludicrously bedraggled mind; with optimistic hope and intrepidly
soaring adventure,
Some called her a neverending heartthrob; royally making them feel the most opulent
organisms ever alive; as they perpetually bonded with her flamboyantly pulsating
festoon of rhythmic beats,
Some called her a gorgeously blissful experience; rejuvenating their obsoletely
remorseful blood; with the unconquerable exhilaration of life,
Some called her reflection that triggered fathomless whirlpools of insatiable yearning;
coining a whole new chapter of mesmerizing existence,

But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother; keeping it incessantly close to
her womb; bequeathing upon it all the tenacity in this world to survive; even after she
veritably died.
6. WOMB.
There was no mountain born on this Universe; which was more formidable than it;
coming even an infinitesimal iota abreast its impregnable tenacity,

There was no fire born on this Universe; which was more vivaciously flamboyant
than it; as it incessantly swirled in the aisles of vibrant compassion,
There was no color born on this Universe; which was more gorgeous than it; as it
resembled the angels in the sweltering heat of the day; as well as each instant of the
voluptuously alluring night,
There was no sky born on this Universe; which was more fathomless than it; as it was
the procreator of every tangible entity wandering merrily on this colossal planet,
There was no flower born on this Universe; which was more fragrant than it; as it
bloomed fabulously into a scent; that caressed the souls of countless loitering
aimlessly; alike,
There was no contraption born on this Universe; which was more contemporary than
it; as it incredulously withstood the test of all times; evolving the most ingeniously
superior organism; like brilliant streaks of white electricity in blue sky,
There was no ocean born on this Universe; which was more unfathomable than it; as
it ubiquitously disseminated its waves of harmony and perennial bliss; to all those
shivering in torrential pain,
There was no magnet born on this Universe; which was more attractive than it; as it
captivated even the most remotely alien of persona; in its stupendously divine swirl,
There was no philosophy born on this Universe; which was more sacrosanct than it;
as it preached the most holistic existence; even centuries before you were born,
There was no truth born on this Universe; which was more irrefutable than it; as it
triumphantly massacred the very essence of blatant lies; from even the most oblivious
wind of this gigantic earth,
There was no power born on this Universe; which was more invincible than it; as it
defended you against the most mightiest of attacks; within a single wink of its eye,
There was no entertainment born on this Universe; which was more efficacious than
its flurry of boisterous activity; pacifying each of your overwhelmingly frazzled
senses; with its miraculous enchantment and charm,
There was no Sun born on this Universe; which was more dazzling than it; as it
spread the aura of its marvelously Omnipotent shine; to each house miserably
staggering in ghastly blackness,

There was no star born on this Universe; which was more resplendent than it; as it
filtered its charismatically symbiotic beams; to profoundly illuminate the disdainful
caricature of unearthly darkness,
There was no wind born on this Universe; which was more serene than it; as it
insurmountably mollified every traumatically agonized individual; in the river
of its unending love,
There was no bird born on this Universe; which could fly higher than it; as it
indefatigably soared higher than the satiny clouds; uplifting the impoverished
into an entrenchment of celestial goodness,
There was no mysticism born on this Universe; which was more enigmatic than it; as
it engulfed even the most treacherously mundane of entity in the poignantly
escalating wave of its mesmerizing enthrallment,
There was no complexion born on this Universe; which was more beautiful than it; as
it imparted perennial shelter to the profusely infirm; in its unbelievably passionate
interiors,
There was no victory born on this Universe; which was more greater than it; as it
tirelessly fought not just for itself; but for shielding the lives of boundless innocent;
about to be born,
There was no tree born on this Universe; which was more bountiful than it; as it
perpetually bestowed the most wonderfully priceless gift of humanity; in each
hopelessly barren cranny of this gargantuan world,
There was no smile born on this Universe; which was more benevolent than it; as it
magnanimously embraced even the most hideously sinister in its heavenly swirl;
giving all an equal opportunity to diffuse their quota of goodness on this planet,
There was no emotion born on this Universe; which was more effusively volatile than
it; as it fulminated into the most glorious catharsis of the conscience every unveiling
moment; striking the chord of humanity with incomprehensible; alike,
There was no blessing born on this Universe; which was more benign than it; as it
spread the sweetness of symbiotic survival; granted every philanthropic wish of yours;
even before you could nimbly utter it,
There was no richness born on this Universe; which was more opulent than it; as it
made you feel the most prosperous organism alive; even in infinite more births you
were destined to take birth again,

There was no aroma born on this Universe; which was more Omnipresent than it; as
it inhabited each dwelling where there even the most inconspicuous sign of life;
relentlessly propelling the chapter of existence to continue till the time God wanted it
to,
There was no enchantment born on this Universe; which was more stupefying than
it; as it cast its majestically spell binding spirit; to every soul withering abominably
towards the corridors of threadbare extinction,
There was no ray born on this Universe; which was more handsome than it; as it
blazed a trail of ultimate splendor; even on the most pathetically dwindling paths that
it caressed,
There was no energy born on this Universe; which was more everlasting than it; as it
single handedly bore the brunt of all the ferociously diabolical around; unshakably
rising to every ruthless disaster; like a supremely embellished princess,
There was no summit born on this Universe; which was more towering than it; as it
overshadowed every shade of the invidiously evil; with its royal grace and
Omniscient light,
There was no bond born on this Universe; which was more stronger than it; as it
astoundingly fortified its Oligarchic grip; upon the cradle of compassionate empathy;
for unbelievable more lives to come,
There was no sword born on this Universe; which was more mightier than it; as it
beheaded even the most infinitesimal of devil; lingering insidiously around its
innocuously frolicking children,
There was no seed born on this Universe; which was more fertile than it; as it
blossomed into a festoon of newness and excitement every unfurling minute;
spawning the most exotic creation of Almighty Lord,
There was no season born on this Universe; which was more ravishing than it; as it
showered its virtue of ever pervading righteousness; upon each molecule of God; in
an enclosure of harmonious unity and humanitarian pride,
There was no path born on this Universe which was more enticing than it; as it
unrelentingly intrigued countless; with its incomprehensibly unending prowess
to serve all mankind,
There was no continent born on this Universe; which was more fascinating than it; as
it harbored each element of prosperous survival in its amicable corridors; ensuring
that all those benevolent; reached the pinnacle of glittering success,

There was no honey born on this Universe; which was more sweeter than it; as it
wholeheartedly distributed the winds of united existence; propagated the essence
of solidarity in every passionate heart on this earth,
There was no rainbow on this Universe; which was more magically striking than it; as
it unfurled into an unsurpassable myriad of enriching shades; to grant all those
deluged in drudgery; an absolute reprieve from sinful malice,
There was no soil born on this Universe; which was more ravishing than it; as it
culminated into an emphatic breeze of friendship; in the most malevolent of
storm; and harmony; alike,
There was no relationship born on this Universe; which was more amiable than it; as
it offered its ubiquitous wings to all those treacherously deprived who needed it;
before offering them unequivocal shelter for the freezing night,
There was no artist born on this Universe; who was more passionate than it; as it
assimilated all the beauty of this globe; in its cradle of ebullient happiness,
There was no sound born on this Universe; which was more melodious than it; as it
euphorically sung the tunes of a splendidly incarcerating life; mitigating all those
engulfed with horrifically despicable despair,
There was no meadow born on this Universe; which was more sprouting than it; as it
blissfully harnessed each enlightening attribute of existence with its own blood;
reinforcing each bit of the gruesomely bad; with the irrevocable thunderbolts of
divine life,
There was no reflection born on this Universe; which was more marvelous than it; as
it consecrated even the most lecherous bits of dilapidated ash; with the
unprecedented love lingering in its soul,
There was no magic born on this Universe; which was more alluring than it; as it
unbelievably spawned the most intellectual of all organisms; to save the planet from
ghastly clutches of misery and stinking mice,
There was no panacea born on this Universe; which was more effective than it; as it
instilled rejuvenating life in even those; well sunken in beneath their gory graves and
without the slightest trace of light,
There was no mission born on this Universe; which was more fulfilling than it; as it
accomplished the greatest purpose of the Almighty; by immortally continuing his
sacred chapter of existence,

There was no current born on this Universe; which was more vividly passionate than
it; as it evolved a complete life from just a capriciously changing conglomerate of cells
and space; rambunctiously ensuring that there was not the tiniest of insinuation
of stillness or morbid malice,
There was no idea born on this Universe; which was more incarcerating than it; as it
still remained the most fascinating mechanism of chiseling a perfect organism; even
in a world drowned abhorrently in robotic prejudice,
There was no fashion on this Universe; which was more versatile than it; as it
acclimatized itself to the most ferociously vacillating conditions; celestially
metamorphosing its intricate form; every now and again; to blend with the cry
of painstakingly suffering humanity,
There was no gift on this Universe; which was more precious than it; as it manifested
every person’s ultimate dream into a veritable reality; gave him a reason to live with
astronomical pride; even well past his own times,
There was no longing on this Universe; which was more ardent than it; as it triggered
insatiable cloudbursts of craving; for all those deplorably blind; to witness their sole
messiah with golden sight,
There was no line on this Universe; which was more straighter than it; as it basked in
the undefeatable glory of candid honesty; diffusing the rays of a fantastically
optimistic tomorrow; as each day persevering unraveled into the queenly night,
There was no boundary on this Universe; which was more boundless than it; as it
encompassed all merciful living kind; in the heavenly pace that forever enveloped its
sparkling form, There was no prayer on this Universe; which was more revered than
it; as it was a magical wand for pioneering all forms and fraternities of vibrant life;
sowing the cherishable seeds of a symbiotic existence,
O! yes; it made you feel the most invincible entity on this planet till the time you were
in it; bequeathing upon you an incomprehensible ardor to lead a countless more lives;
when you wonderfully came out,
It was the ultimate place that you belonged to on this earth; the very reason that you
were able to read and I was able to fervently write until this line; the only cradle
which gave you life; the only cradle on this globe which embraced you like an angel
even after your condemnable death; infact a place none other than your own blood
and signature; a place none other than your MOTHERS WOMB.

7. MY BABY
The Dinosaur perceived it to be an inconspicuous insect; a small speck of dirt
lying sprawled amongst infinite others of its kind,

The red ants on the floor perceived it to be a colossal mountain; with black roots on
its summit,
The clouds hovering in the cosmos perceived it to be; a passing draught of placid
wind,
The yellow beaked birds floating in the pond; perceived it to be a flimsy fledgling
having just hatched out,
The ominous reptiles slithering in unchopped meadows of grass; perceived it to
be a gigantic worm with bulging eyes,
The fiery body of sun in the sky; perceived it to a hindrance; irascibly blocking its
scintillating rays,
The rustic chimpanzees perched high on the trees; perceived it to be a tiny inclusion
into their vivacious tribe,
The chameleon transgressing through the incongruous bushes; perceived it to be
a gargantuan mosquito; impossible to be gobbled,
The stray dogs philandering through the desolate streets; perceived it to be a chunk
of sumptuous chicken; the very sight of which made them profusely slaver at their
mouths,
The obstreperously humming bees in their cat combed hives; perceived it to be an
organism of their fraternity; when it incessantly cried,
The monstrous sharks in the deep ocean; perceived it to be a fragile and sticky
tadpole; without its tail,
The discordantly buzzing mosquitoes; perceived it to be a blend of rich flesh and
blood; a rare treat to encounter once in a while,
The silver spider entwined within the intricate threads of its web; perceived it to be a
crusader; who could squelch its dwelling at any moment,
The squirrels wandering through the meandering burrows; perceived it to be a
sumptuous nut; soft and supple to nibble,
The diabolically toothed alligator in the swampy marshes; perceived it to be crunchy
bread for breakfast,
The pigs ambling languidly on the streets; perceived it to be a sophisticated bundle of
scented garbage,

The rats trespassing through the floors at night; perceived it to be a freshly prepared
conglomerate of food,
The creator who evolved him from my womb; perceived him to be a human being; a
tangible entity out of the millions he had created,
While I perceived " MY BABY"; to be the most beautiful person in this world;
the most priceless treasure ever existing on this planet; Yes your guess is as
good as mine; for I was none other than his mother.
8. THE VOICE OF MY DIVINELY BABY DAUGHTER

There was just one voice which could bring me triumphantly bouncing back; even
from the dungeons of the most inexplicable desperation—where an infinite scorpions
of viciously stabbed till many an eternity,
There was just one voice which could bring me blissfully bouncing back; even from
the throes of the most chaotic riots and violent bloodshed-where a boundless
innocent like me were baselessly trapped irrespective of religion; cast; color or race,
There was just one voice which could bring me spell-bindingly bouncing back; even
from the mortuaries of acrimonious betrayal—where the most benign harbingers of
peace were insidiously charred to raw and wanton ash,
There was just one voice which could bring me boisterously bouncing back; even
from the most diabolical dungeons of solitariness—where perpetual silence
dolorously incarcerated every ounce of activity,
There was just one voice which could bring me sensuously bouncing back; even from
the most dreaded fields of subterfuge and slavery—where disdainful manipulation
kept inexhaustibly sucking like an unconquerable leech,
There was just one voice which could bring me ecstatically bouncing back; even from
the most truculently thwarted anecdotes of maniacal depression—were every step
forward led only to the graveyards of bleary nothingness,
There was just one voice which could bring me euphorically bouncing back; even
from the most cursedly moonless nights—where there vindictively paraded nothing
else but an unceasing fleet of Witches and bemoaning ghosts,
There was just one voice which could bring me jubilantly bouncing back; even from
the most perilously closing crocodile jaws—where there lingered nothing else but the
coffin robe of wholesome death ,
There was just one voice which could bring me unflinchingly bouncing back; even
from the most unbearably sadistic gutters of cowardice-where Sunlight was endlessly
ostracized and livid blackness fervently worshipped,
There was just one voice which could bring me undauntedly bouncing back; even
from the most miserably asphyxiating of nightmares—where proliferation or newness
immutably abhorred to survive,
There was just one voice which could bring me mellifluously bouncing back; even
from the most irrevocably sinking ship-where ghastly choking to death was the only
writing on every innocuous palm,

There was just one voice which could bring me vivaciously bouncing back; even from
the most brutally gleaming edges of the devilish knife—where wholesome extinction
precariously tottered in-between a single stroke of the sardonically grinning blade,
There was just one voice which could bring me stupendously bouncing back; even
from the most torturously lambasting hell's of the devil—where all that reigned
supreme was an unending battalion of abuse and parasitic unrest,
There was just one voice which could bring me bountifully bouncing back; even from
the most deplorably stagnant realms of the unsparing past—where there hovered the
germs of such negativity- that crucified every instant of the optimistic present and
tomorrow,
There was just one voice which could bring me poignantly bouncing back; even from
the most irretrievably demonic thorns of poverty-where there existed nothing else but
an unfathomably deteriorating atmosphere of devastating haplessness,
There was just one voice which could bring me merrily bouncing back; even from the
most sinfully adulterated streets of prejudice—where every organism gallivanting was
under a spell of blood-sucking doom,
There was just one voice which could bring me jauntily bouncing back; even from the
most despondently excoriating gallows of failure—where the minutest ray of hope
had abominably died already a billion years ago,
There was just one voice which could bring me exuberantly bouncing back; even
from the most satanic crevices of wretched terrorism-where only the harmoniously
impeccable organism had to pay the price of its life,
O! Yes; that voice was of none other but that of my divinely baby daughter
"Kavya"; calling me "Daddy" more and more passionately with every unveiling
instant-- till the time there existed the last draught of air in my lungs—and even an
infinite centuries after I'd veritably died.
9. HIS HEART WAS AS OMNIPRESENT

His cheeks were as pristine as the snow on the astronomical summit of the mountain;
glistening to a perfect golden under brilliantly flamboyant sunlight,
His eyes were as blue as the majestically swirling ocean; darting infinite places in a
minute; to savor the newness of this world,
His hair were as soft as silk which flowed in the mesmerizing heavens; culminating
into a festoon of mischievous curls; which made him the unprecedented darling of all
races,
His palms were as pink as the freshly blossomed lotus; imparting their stupendously
immaculate odor; to every gloomy particle in the atmosphere,
His smile was as enchanting as the pearly moonlight; incarcerating even the most
belligerently hostile in its impeccable grip,
His eyelashes were as poignant as the vivaciously slapping artists brush; incessantly
fluttering in the midst of the stringently monotonous town,
His lips were as sweet as marvelously rejuvenating sticks of sugarcane; remaining a
profuse scarlet in every conceivable shade of changing light,
His skin was as flawless as the mothers milk; granting one the tenacity to conquer any
aspect of treacherous life; the instant he caressed it,
His feet were as voluptuously spongy as the bed of overwhelmingly fragrant roses;
sending shivers round every cranny of the earth as he nimbly transgressed it,
His ears were as rhapsodic as globules of royally cascading honey; insurmountably
intrigued by the most tiniest of sound that drifted in space,
His blood was as energetic the tumultuously showering clouds; proliferating into a
mist of exuberant excitement every unleashing minute,
His voice was as naturally uninhibited as the morning cuckoo; making people
towering towards the sky; bow down to his heavenly grace,
His sweat was as tangy as salt imprisoned in the undulating sea waves; making him
the son of every star shimmering in cosmotic space,
His teeth were as fabulously immaculate as the extruding buds of nascent cotton;
with which he feasted on dainty chunks of appetizingly seductive cheese,
His stomach was as sacred as the bells ringing emphatically in the celestial temple;
rising and falling like a fairy as he inhaled in puffs of exhilarating air,

His tongue was as flirtatious as the cheeky chimpanzee; as he darted it out every now
and again; as the worlds most spuriously ostentatious business tycoons; without the
slightest of restraint,
His bones were as ebulliently bouncy as the striped giraffe; galloping at a pace which
left the fastest of missile behind,
His yawn was as ingratiatingly splendid as creamy dawn; instilling a reinvigorating
wave of bliss in maniacally overworked entities,
His breath was as Omnipotent as the most vital signs of life; granting stupendously
unfathomable tenacity to every organism who had the slightest of desire to live,
And his heart was as Omnipresent as Almighty God; irrefutably worshipped by every
other heart wandering on this Universe; although he had just taken birth as a tiny
little living being; a tiny little child to be more precise.
10. THE BRIDE

Shielding her eyes like a new born infant; with traditional tinges of profuse mascara
embellishing her tantalizing eyelashes,
Pursing her voluptuously sculptured lips to the most unprecedented limits; beads of
silver perspiration dribbling down her innocuous cheeks,
Admiring her persona profoundly; intermittently glimpsing at the mirror; which
glowed all the more with her mesmerizing countenance,
Humming mystically to herself; as she restlessly tossed on the grandiloquent carpet of
moist grass,
Shivering in inexplicable excitement; like the dainty globules of snow melting in
poignant harmony under the dazzling Sun,
Exuberantly inhaling the scent of the gorgeously blossoming flowers; drowning
herself into the heavenly fragrance that emanated; till centuries immemorial,
Giggling uncontrollably at the tiniest provocation by her friends; thoroughly
astounded by her incredulously tinkling laughter resonating countless times after
colliding with the walls,
Spending fathomless hours in front of her ostentatious vanity glass; adorning each
part of her vivacious body; with a festoon of royally shimmering pearls,
Blushing to unfathomable limits with the ebulliently gushing breeze; chasing gaudily
striped butterflies with a tenacity befitting the timeless angels,
Fidgeting with her nails in tumultuous rhapsody; an inferno of insatiable passion
dancing ardently in her eyes,
Fantasizing beyond pragmatic boundaries of comprehension; philandering with the
stupendously singing fairies high beyond realms of the sky,
Basking in the pearly magnificence of the midnight moon; with her hands entwined
in an insurmountably compassionate stranglehold,
Whistling in inexorable ecstasy at the birds perched on the trees; tracing the intricate
lines of her palms with her enchantingly glistening index finger,
Nostalgically reminiscing those moments when she first cried in the lap of her
mother; and the stage now when she was about to become one,

Trespassing barefoot on the paths freshly blended with rain; with the unbelievably
seductive sound of her golden anklets rousing every entity on this Universe; from the
heart of deep sleep,
Indefatigably feeling higher than the sapphire ocean of clouds; although she
transgressed in the fullest of her senses on bare bits of loose soil,
Intransigently wishing for time to come to an abrupt standstill; with her
astronomically ravishing beauty taking complete control of the mundane atmosphere,
Awaiting with fervent anticipation for the immortally sacred marriage ceremony to
unveil; bonding her forever with the mate of her every dream,
She prayed tirelessly to the Creator; to bestow every day of her life like this one; when
she majestically crowned herself and proudly proclaimed to all listening; that she
was indeed the bride.

11. WHEN I WAS A CHILD
When I was a child I thought of devouring immaculate chunks of white butter,
Today I contemplated the price before purchasing monetary gifts for pleasure.
When I was a child I clambered up tall trees; to pluck nutritious fruit,
Today I pondered on the various ramifications; which could possibly occur when the
farmer caught me red handed.
When I was a child I played vociferously in mud; making inarticulate cakes of cow
dung plaster,
Today I refrained from going near wet land; on the flimsy grounds of having my
trousers coated with obnoxious dirt.
When I was a child I got up early in the morning; relishing cool air while walking
towards school,
Today I woke up with startled jerks; with darkness fully camouflaged in the sun; to
rush in a jiffy towards office.
When I was a child I played for incessant hours in the evening with my cluster of
friends, Today I retired in front of the television screen; with a glass of cold beverage;
at the onset of twilight.
When I was a child I demonstrated a plethora of emotions when profoundly agitated,
Today I had risen to holistic degrees of self control; scrutinizing my mistakes before I
cried.
When I was a child I took the supreme liberty of hiding amongst a fleet of guests
arriving at our dwelling,
Today I audaciously shook hands with the same; conversed for indefatigable hours
with them on matters of common parlance.
When I was a child I voraciously read a battalion of thrilling mysteries,
Today I completely engulfed myself in deciphering; intricate quotes of the stock
market.
When I was a child I listened to my elders with rapt attention and intense enthusiasm,
Today I chalked policies of my own; implementing them with loads of fortified
conviction.
When I was a child; beads of sweat dribbled down my nape after witnessing a ghastly
scene from the movie,

Today I didn't budge an inch from my seat; after sighting the same; as I knew it was
fictitious.
When I was a child I had no hesitation asking for money from my ancestors,
Today I felt thoroughly abashed; asking them to gratify my distinctly penurious state.
When I was a child I chortled into pools of uninhibited laughter; at someone
awkwardly dressed,
Today I emitted out sly smiles; in order that the individual didn't feel humiliating and
bad.
When I was a child I hardly had time to think about the vagaries of mystical world,
Today I spent hours pondering on a jugglery of consequences that would unleash; if I
wasn't careful.
When I was a child I thought the most onerous thing existing was to study,
Today I felt that it was the process of earning; that was the most cumbersome of
them all.
When I was a child; those were the times I was oblivious to reality; solely living in a
world of tailor made fantasy,
While today I had crossed the realms of maturity; acclimatized to the harsh reality;
and desperately wished I was that unscrupulous child once again.

12. THE FINAL THOUGHT
Only in a world of freedom can a child unfold and bloom,
For it is his birthright not to be gloomy.
He cries and says let me go away,
For he shows corrupt masses of elderly his own natural
way.
He takes a pledge to be always free,
He expresses this thought of his with lots of glee.
He breaks an object with inanimate ease,
For to do new things he has a long lease.
A smile spreads on naughty outlines of his face,
For he is living at the will of others grace.
An anxious look creeps in his large innocent eyes,
For he is existing in a world of money sucking flies.
At last he makes one final thought,
To reject the elders who gave him broth.

13. REFLECTIONS OF CHILDHOOD
Those days were golden when I was a kid,
deprived of all responsibility,
divested of the urge to earn, run for fodder,
slept all night in cozy delights of my quilt,
to be woken up by the first rays of dawn,
shrill ringing bell of the portable clock,
brief shower with tap water, clad in cream uniform,
greeted by the welcome aroma of mud brown coffee,
ravishing crumbs of bread submerged in jam,
a quick glimpse at unfinished assignments,
vigorous coats of polish activating shoe shine,
meticulous combing of ruffled slept hair,
carefree manipulation of things to be purchased,
hasty packaging of school artillery in leather bag,
animated deliberation with my mother on study hours,
I now marched at fast pace towards the bus stop.
The wind was chilly, Sunlight had a role of guest
appearance,
leafy tree foliage camouflaged the road,
droplets of salt water blew from the violent sea,
exuberant birds soared high in the clouds,
lazy yawns echoed through, long van interiors,
occasional clatter of ticket punch pads,
the glass paned bus finally switched routes,
heading towards suburban areas of walled city,
braked to a halt abreast my majestic school building,
the electric school bell was ringing, catholic prayers
had just begun,
as I galloped with my friends, to my compact class room,
now engulfed profoundly with full morning Sunlight.

14. TALE OF TRADITION
Forehead coated with red vermilion,
with spreading incense of intense loyalty,
long hair parted in equal coconut oil,
body smeared with sacred halves,
greased with century old ash,
bunch of flower braids entangled in braid,
diffusing into petals of love,
circular rings piercing nose and ear,
lighting up skin lobes with glittering gold,
long threads with sandalwood beads,
tied to beautifully crafted necks,
long fingers covered with red nail paint,
steel bangles dangling from wrists,
black mascara adorning shielding eyes,
sprawled tattoos depicting religion,
engraved on large lined palms,
lips portraying tinge of natural fleshy pink,
broad shoulder bones toughened with household chores,
with embroidered silk covering every inch of flesh,
preparing appetizing delicacies in enclosed kitchens,
a saga of unending sacrifice,
and an excellent chanter of the vedic rhyme,
an autobiography of self discipline,
giving birth to offspring's like me,
and a host of eminent personalities,
is the traditional Indian woman.

15. A CHILD SMILES
Only in a world of freedom,
Can a child unfold and bloom.
Only with the Sun piercing right through the dark hut,
Can a child see the wonderful sights of this world.
Only in an ocean of unprejudiced love,
Can a child speak to its heart's content.
Only through the eyes of soft empathy,
Can a child see its true reflection.
Only in surroundings of unadulterated society,
Can a child open its mind wholesomely and dream.
Only when applauded at its tiniest achievement,
Can a child come to know its hidden potential.
Only in lanes without propagation of caste,
Can a child recognize its own identity.
Only in the cradle of happiness,
Can a child fantasize and create.
Only in vicinity of the learned,
Can a child imbibe the essentials of life.
Only in the pages of medieval history,
Can a child understand its ancestors better.
Only in unpolluted waters of the Ganges,
Can a child splash its hands and wholeheartedly swim.
Only without discrimination of gender and status,
Can a child flourish to achieve its goal.
Only in the gentle hands of its mother,
Can a child shield its eyes and sob.
And Only in an atmosphere of complete equality,
Can a child stimulate his urge for learning, prosper and smile.

16. THERE WAS SIMPLY NO NEED
There was simply no need for a bicycle; an ostentatious car to maneuver me around,
Till the time I possessed a pair of strong feet; which robustly bore my weight; carried
me to all places I desired.
There was simply no need for an angular binocular; an array of telescopic tubes
circumventing my persona,
Till the time I had intricate pairs of glistening eyes; which placed me in stupendous
ecstasy after sighting the twinkling stars.
There was simply no need for supersonic computer; a host of modern contrivances
aligning my table,
Till the time I had fingers which could emboss beautiful calligraphy on bonded
paper; a brain of my own to use.
There was simply no need for a lifeboat to assist me choppy waters; a cavalcade of
ships to ensure my safety,
Till the time muscle bulged from under my shirt; rubicund blood circulated through
my veins.
There was simply no need for the mundane ceiling fan; suspended rigidly from the
webbed ceiling,
Till the time my body could attune itself to the outside heat; audaciously confront
droplets of poignant sweat trickling down my forehead.
There was simply no need for biscuits coated with lascivious honey; chicory
baskets replete with ravishing chocolate,
Till the time I could procure fresh fruits from nature; had an insatiable craving for
fresh water in my bowels.
There was simply no need orators preparing and delivering my speech; with me
watching the scenario languishing beside the pool,
Till the time I had incarcerated in my mouth a fleshy tongue; which could swirl
rampantly and eloquently speak.
There was simply no need for a mattress of swanky satin; strewn alongwith a
fleet of immaculate white pearls,
Till the time my bones were as solid as a rock; my skull was acclimatized to sleep on
the plain stone floor.
There was simply no need for the bombastic shower; nimbly diffusing few droplets
of water at a time,

Till the time there existed the country river; compounded with the exuberance in my
soul to bathe in it.
And there was simply no need for me to worry; take a plethora of insurmountable
tensions on my head,
Till the time there existed; my celestial mother; my loving beloved; and my
sacrosanct God.

17. WHAT I DO KNOW
How deep is the ocean I do not know; but what I do know is that I would extricate
the oil trapped within; to make it more enjoyable for people to swim,
How colossal is the sky I do not know; but what I do know is that I would stop it
being invaded by obnoxious missiles; making it a paradise for birds to fly,
How dense is the forest I do not know; but what I do know is that I would prevent
innocent trees from being chopped; making it more mesmerizing for the animals to
live in,
How lanky is the mountain I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
terminate all mining activity on its slopes; making it more stupendous for sheep to
philander on,
How vast is the desert I do not know; but what I do know is that I would placate the
thirst of every organism I encountered; to grant it reprieve from the agony of
scorching heat,
How acrimonious is the heat of fire I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would alleviate the same by pouring pails of chilled water; thereby impeding the
surrounding environment from being torched,
How lethal is the sting of scorpion I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
suck it from innocuous flesh; saving it wholesomely from jaws of savage death,
How resplendent are the colors of rainbow I do not know; but what I do know is
that I would stop abhorrent gases from obscuring their ingratiating view
How dark is a blind mans life I do not know; but what I do know is I would offer
him my shoulder to lean upon; comforting him in times of bizarre distress,
How eloquent is the nightingale I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
prevent obstreperous noises from circulating; making its voice the solo one in the still
atmosphere,
How thick is blood I do not know; but what I do know is that I would curtail
it from flowing profusely; tying across it the bandage of my unadulterated love,
How disastrous is the earthquake I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would mitigate the suffering prevailing; by hoisting all infants lying discarded without
their mothers,

How piquant is white salt I do not know; but what I do know is that I would procure
it in its purest form from the sea; to distribute among who cherish its taste,
How scintillating is the pearl I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
prevent it from being mutilated and marketed commercially all around,
How black is darkness I do not know; but what I do know is that I would not
let it linger for more than the night; snapping it completely with the first rays of
transient dawn,
How frosty is milk I do not know; but what I do know is that I would sequester
mother cow from abuse and trips to the abattoir,
How redolent is the rose I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
prevent it from being plucked indiscriminately from the blossoming shrub,
How diabolical is the demon I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
prevent him from disrupting the tranquility and benevolence of society,
How omniscient is the creator I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
burn all fingers pointing against him; annihilate even the most minuscule trace of
blasphemy enveloping his sacrosanct persona,
And how long am I going to live I do not know; but what I do know is that would
entirely dedicate every unveiling minute of my life; to my mother; my beloved and the
od who endowed upon me the prowess to live and love

18. IT WAS PERFECTLY NORMAL
It was perfectly normal to burst into pools of uninhibited laughter; after witnessing a
garishly painted clown,
It was perfectly normal to hysterically sob ; at the death of someone you vehemently
revered,
It was perfectly normal to trip head-on on your nose; after walking through a
puddle of slushy grease,
It was perfectly normal to tenaciously scratch your scalp; when snow white beads of
dandruff camouflaged them in entirety,
It was perfectly normal to purse your lips profusely; after swallowing a sumptuously
appetizing meal,
It was perfectly normal to thunderously sneeze; when disdainful granules of
incongruous dust entered your nose,
It was perfectly normal to shiver; when you stood bare chested in freezing currents of
bizarre winter,
It was perfectly normal to collapse in a bedraggled heap; when you carried a
mountain of mud on your slender shoulder,
It was perfectly normal to blush like a scarlet complexioned rose; when you were
caught red-handed trying to blatantly flirt with a girl,
It was perfectly normal to pound your fists in raw indignation; when you were
encompassed from all sides with unfathomable frustration,
It was perfectly normal to perspire; when you worked arduously under sizzling rays of
the sun,
It was perfectly normal to yawn; when your lids felt overwhelmingly heavy; your body
felt drowned in waves of exhaustion,
It was perfectly normal to be insatiably greedy; when you prevailed in an ambience
besieged with unprecedented poverty,
It was perfectly normal to experience tingling sensations; after you lazily philandered
amidst stalks of nimble grass,

It was perfectly normal to use a volley of harsh expletives; after you were
provoked to the threshold limits of tolerance,
It was perfectly normal to scowl animatedly at the class teacher; when she
bored you for hours; reciting notes of century old history,
It was perfectly normal to innocuously hiccup; when you swallowed your meals at
lightening speeds,
It was perfectly normal to feel stabbed by tremors of lust; when you were in the
vicinity of stupendous beauty,
It was perfectly normal to scream in the middle of night; when your dwelling
was struck by the vicious onslaught of an earthquake,
And It was perfectly normal to commit a plethora of blunders and errors in the
course of your life as a human being; as long as you existed in blissful synergy with
nature; wholesomely revered the God who created you; ardently adored the Mother
who gave you birth; fervently loved the girl who made you feel you were living and
breathing alive.

19. SIMPLY USELESS
A lock is simply useless without its key; the slender chip of squashed metal that
unwinds it open,
An ocean is simply useless without its waves; the undulating swirl of frothy waters
that rise and cascade down,
An eyeball is simply useless without its lids; the flexible folds of dainty skin that
envelops them with glistening moisture,
A tree is simply useless without its basket of green leaves; the mushrooming buds of
olive color that appear on it in infinite clusters,
A dog is simply useless without its bark; the crisp sounds that profoundly announce
its presence when it opens its mouth,
A doll is simply useless without its silken hair; the artificial fronds of fluffy golden
that extrude from its petite scalp,
A wall is simply useless without its conglomerate of compact bricks; a blend
of chipped stone and lime that is inevitable to make it domineeringly stand,
A bird is simply useless without its wings; the feathers that make it soar high and
handsome in the sky,
An ensemble of ominous clouds is simply useless without rain; the droplets of
liquid that plummet vociferously towards the earth,
A mammoth whale is simply useless without its colossal teeth; the diabolical
pair of jaws which pulverizes its prey to inconspicuous shreds of bone,
A pentagon shaped diamond is simply useless without its shine; the scintillating
glimmer that grants it the stupendous status of being the king of jewels,
A sacrosanct and rollicking cow is simply useless without its milk; the frosty pearls of
life that trickle from its teats,
A slithering reptile is simply useless without its venom; the lethal poison that imparts
it deadly tenacity to strangulate breath,
A century old giant watch is simply useless without its long needles; the lanky strips
of iron which incessantly display accurate time,

A spider is simply useless without its silken web; the mystical strands of shimmering
silver; on which it remains suspended till the time it lives,
A chunk of plain bread is simply useless without dazzling butter; the tangy taste that
titillates the mouth when munched passionately with the same,
A slimy frog is simply useless without its cacophonic croak; its hoarse voice that
wrecks out the last ounce of blissful sleep from all those in vicinity,
A scorpion is simply useless without is pugnacious sting; the animosity in its fangs;
which bursts uninhibitedly when it strikes,
A cactus is simply useless without its thorns; the knife like protrusions which
prevents it from being gobbled up,
A fan is simply useless without its blades; the white metal which generates
tumultuous draughts of wind,
An elephant is simply useless without its tusks; the obdurate horns of ivory which
portray its majesty; which help him uproot mighty trees,
A devil is simply useless without its satanic visage; the ghastly traces of malice hidden
deep within his eyes, his thunderous voice which scares scores of innocuous
individuals,
And man is simply useless without the mother who gave him birth; the girl who
loves him beyond limits of comprehension; who alongwith him is instrumental in
delivering the next generation; the people of tomorrow.

20. THE GREATEST CURSE
The greatest curse even after the most spell bindingly fructifying rain had fallen on
blissful ground; was when the soil still didn’t burgeon the slightest; into the most
brilliantly optimistic fruits of a resplendent tomorrow,
The greatest curse even after the most frostily undulating of waves had kissed the
shores; was when the atmosphere still didn’t culminate the slightest; into the most
rejuvenating sprays of unparalleled tanginess,
The greatest curse even after the most rhapsodically rambunctious bees had inhabited
the hives; was when the crevices still didn’t scintillate the slightest; with the most
poignantly enamoring cisterns of bewitching nectar,
The greatest curse even after the most blazingly dynamic of Sun had smooched the
earth; was when the air still didn’t evolve the slightest; into the most unflinchingly
unfettered beams of a victoriously fresh beginning,
The greatest curse even after the most beautifully enchanting of meadows had bathed
under profoundly invincible moonlight; was when the grassblades still didn’t ooze the
slightest; into the most tantalizingly euphoric of golden dewdrops,
The greatest curse even after the most candidly poignant mirror was placed beneath
the pellucid afternoon Sun; was when the glass still didn’t reflect the slightest; into the
most irrefutably truthful images of the soul,
The greatest curse even after the most iridescently silken moon twinkled in
treacherously ghastly midnight; was when the darkness still didn’t dance the
slightest; into the most perennially effulgent beams of enlightenment,
The greatest curse even after the most ebullient waterfalls of newborn water cascaded
merrily at the rock bottom; was when the pathways still didn’t flower the slightest;
into the most undaunted skies of ubiquitous excitement,
The greatest curse even after the most mellifluously congenial lips heavenly opened;
was when the ambience still didn’t reverberate the slightest; into the most magically
ameliorating tunes of compassionate togetherness,
The greatest curse even after the most altruistically benign saints endlessly
sermonized the principles of peace and truth; was when the living organisms still
didn’t bloom the slightest; into the most uninhibitedly priceless bonds of impregnable
friendship,

The greatest curse even after the most insuperable foundations of selflessness
stretched to an infinite kilometers beneath soil; was when the structure still
didn’t waft the slightest; into the most Omnipotent apogees of unconquerable truth,
The greatest curse even after the most fearlessly peerless of patriots had shed their
lives in the numbers of an infinite; was when the commoners still didn’t blaze the
slightest; into the most celestial ideals of concord; symbiotism and everlasting
freedom,
The greatest curse even after the most incomparably venerated cows grazed for hours
immemorial; was when the teats still didn’t ripen the slightest; into the most infallibly
impeccable globules of undefeated milk,
The greatest curse even after the most innocuously freshborn infant footsteps
traversed indefinitely on ground; the pathways still didn’t spawn the slightest; into the
most unlimited heavens of immeasurable holiness,
The greatest curse even after the most gloriously scarlet of roses swished in the
vibrantly ecstatic breeze; the wind still didn’t enlighten the slightest; into the most
unbridled gorges of unbelievably victorious scent,
The greatest curse even after the most honestly compassionate of parents dedicated
every instant of their life to their offsprings; was when the children didn’t emanate
the slightest; into the most limitlessly enthralling rainbows of unshakable gratitude,
The greatest curse even after the most eternally undying of nostrils tirelessly exhaled
perpetual breath; was when the soul didn’t culminate the slightest; into the most
Omnipresently mesmerizing traces of vivid life,
The greatest curse even after the most immortally passionate of heart exuded a
boundless beats; was when the palpitations didn’t mushroom the slightest; into
the most Omnipotent paradises of unadulterated love,
And the greatest curse even after the most astoundingly virile of man and woman
coalesced in the threads of sacred matrimony; was when the dwelling still didn’t
glisten the slightest; into the most miraculously mischievous children of a
quintessentially blessed God’s creation

21. GODLY WOMB
It was the most cozy place on this Universe; engulfing you with poignant winds of
compassionate warmth,
It was the most impregnable place on this Universe; magnificently sequestering you
from every kind of acrimonious attack,
It was the most mesmerizing place on this Universe; where you had the time of your
life; fantasizing in a land of impeccable fairies and mystical charm,
It was the most divinely place on this Universe; where the Omnipotent aura of
Almighty lord lingered every instant,
It was the most playful place on this Universe; where you bounced and tossed
wholeheartedly; to your ultimate heart’s content,
It was the most courageous place on this Universe; where you took the most
stupendously exhilarating of initiative; and yet emerged full guns blazing,
It was the most opulent place on this Universe; fostering the richest elements of this
planet; in its miraculous warmth,
It was the most blissful place on this Universe; where you rested in complete oblivion
from the vagaries of this commercial planet; incessantly chanting the mantra of
success,
It was the most spell binding place on this Universe; where each of your pious wishes
manifested themselves into a perpetual reality,
It was the most vivacious place on this Universe; where you indulged in flurry of
boisterously innocent activity; every unveiling second of the day; even late
hours past the heart of midnight,
It was the most sparkling place on this Universe; where your diminutive soul floated;
bereft of the slightest of dirt and manipulative malice,
It was the most candid place on this Universe; where you came face to face with each
hidden attribute of your impoverished persona,
It was the most melodious place on this Universe; where the tunes of absolutely
fabulous heaven; transited you into an unconquerably celestial slumber,

It was the most cherished place on this Universe; for which even the strongest entity
alive; ardently wished to inhabit once again,
It was the most grandiloquent place on this Universe; with each of its walls; deluging
you in a world of incredulous royalty and oligarchic majesty,
It was the most enticing place on this Universe; inevitably retracting you from realms
of treacherously lecherous and strangulating captivity,
It was the most humble place on this Universe; relentlessly teaching you to
disseminate the essence of philanthropic love and peace; to the most remotest
corner of this Universe,
And it was the most immortal place on this Universe; not just harboring you for a
numerical tenure of nine months; but instilling in you the unprecedented tenacity to
take birth a countless times once again; and still be alive,
No it wasn’t any castle; or sky; or paradise; as you might presume; but a place where
you actually came from; the place now indispensable to procreate your own progeny;
the place none other than the GODLY WOMB.

22. I LOVED THEM MORE
I might have perhaps loved just my sacrosanct Mother and eternal beloved during the
tenure of my entire diminutively impoverished life; by the blessings of the
Omnipotent Lord,
But I loved them more than what the sweltering deserts could ever have loved;
pricelessly resplendent droplets of rhapsodically mesmerizing rain.
I might have perhaps loved just my divinely mother and bountiful beloved during
each unfurling moment of my parsimoniously destitute life; by the blessings of the
unassailable Lord,
But I loved them more than what lackadaisical mud could ever have loved; beautifully
dazzling ray of Godly Sunshine.
I might have perhaps loved just my heavenly mother and triumphant beloved during
every crimson dawn that unraveled in my penuriously short-statured life; by the
blessings of the Omnipresent Lord,
But I loved them more than what dolorously beleaguered forests could ever have
loved; fantastically enigmatic titillation.
I might have perhaps loved just my compassionate mother and newly-wed beloved
during every hour that fabulously swept past my mercurially timid life; by
the blessings of the everlasting Lord,
But I loved them more than what the amorphously estranged sky could ever have
loved; the vividly iridescent and spell binding rainbow.
I might have perhaps loved just my magnanimous mother and unflinching beloved
during every shade of my inexplicably bereaved life; by the blessings of the
Omniscient Lord,
But I loved them more than what the rambunctiously unruly bees could ever have
loved; the timelessly redolent fragrance of the dew drop anointed and poignant rose.
I might have perhaps loved just my ubiquitous mother and seductive beloved during
every wind that swept past my disastrously diminishing life; by the blessings of the
unshakable Lord,
But I loved them more than what the ecstatically fluttering peacocks could ever have
loved; the fathomlessly voluptuous expanse of enthrallingly silken clouds.
I might have perhaps loved just my priceless mother and inimitable beloved during
every path that I tread in my stingily decrepit life; by the blessings of the
unconquerable Lord,
But I loved them more than what the brutally emaciated shores could ever have
loved; the ravishingly undulating swirl of jubilantly tangy waves.

I might have perhaps loved just my indomitable mother and humanitarian beloved
during every breath that I exhaled in my nonchalantly oblivious life; by the blessings
of the boundlessly proliferating Lord,
But I loved them more than what the remorsefully deserted mirror could ever have
loved; the uninhibitedly sparkling ocean of celestial reflection.
I might have perhaps loved just my timeless mother and ingratiating beloved during
every impediment that I encountered in my truculently abridged life; by the blessings
of the limitlessly benign Lord,
But I loved them more than what the obnoxiously emaciated blades of sordid grass
could ever have loved; the majestically shimmering cistern of tantalizing dewdrops.
And I wholeheartedly admit; that I might have perhaps loved just my blissful mother
and gorgeous beloved during every beat that I throbbed in my obfuscatedly
lugubrious life; by the blessings of the effulgently glowing Lord,
But I loved them more than what the devastatingly dying nostril could ever have
loved; fragrantly mellifluous entrenchments of resplendently fresh breeze.

23. THE POWER OF MY MOTHER’S MILK
I might have consumed just an infinitesimal pint of it when I was an impeccably
oblivious infant; hardly acclimatizing my taste buds with its eternal fragrance,
I might have consumed just a diminutive fraction of it when I was an innocuously
inarticulate infant; hardly allowing it to blend with my freshly formed streams of
crimson blood,
I might have consumed just a mercurial sip of it when I was a pristinely princely
infant; hardly allowing its Omnipotently heavenly goodness to settle in the corners of
my discovering mouth,
I might have consumed just a parsimonious rivulet of it when I was an incongruously
disheveled infant; hardly letting its miraculously insuperable iridescence pacify my
remorsefully traumatized thirst,
I might have consumed just an evanescent pinch of it when I was an incoherently
unruly infant; hardly absorbing its everlastingly mesmerizing goodness in
the corners of my miserably asphyxiating throat,
I might have consumed just an ethereal speck of it when I was an inconspicuously
measly infant; hardly feasting on its impregnably heavenly aura; to my tiny heart’s
content,
I might have consumed just a fleeting bead of it when I was a fretfully wailing infant;
hardly savoring its astronomical majesty with my crusts of minutely formed fresh
teeth,
I might have consumed just a fugitive stream of it when I was a incessantly
screeching infant; hardly realizing the spirit of Omnipresently egalitarian humanity;
handsomely embedded in it,
I might have consumed just a disappearing mist of it when I was an incoherently
feckless infant; hardly aware of its invincibly healing touch; as I all I did was sleep all
day and moonless night,
I might have consumed just an insipid globule of it when I was an indefatigably
crying infant; hardly gulping it even a trifle of it properly down
my teeny-weeny throat,
I might have consumed just a transient molehill of it when I was an ungainly staring
infant; hardly bothered about its unconquerable nutritional value; as all that
mattered to me was my toy cradle; toys and sleep,

I might have consumed just an ephemeral amount of it when I was an illiterately
uncivilized infant; hardly envisaging the perennial armor of unflinching tenaciousness
that it would enshroud me with; once it coalesced perfectly with my blood,
I might have consumed just a non-existent pinch of it when I was a ludicrously
squealing infant; hardly comprehending the Omnipotent compassion behind its
dribbling towards my toddler lips,
I might have consumed just an invisible follicle of it when I was a preposterously
unsuspecting infant; hardly placating the disastrously emaciated bowels of my tiny
stomach with its gloriously godly flavor,
I might have consumed just a minuscule shadow of it when I was a discordantly
groaning infant; hardly allowing its Omnipresent charisma to percolate through
my severely teething gums,
I might have consumed just a trailing gulp of it when I was a frantically searching
infant; hardly feeling its regally marvelous goodness; enriching every pore of my
newborn slimly skin,
I might have consumed just a vanishing potion of it when I was a haughtily pampered
infant; hardly imbibing its timelessly blossoming resplendence; as I uncontrollably
kicked every conceivable object in vicinity; with my miniature feet,
I might have consumed just a passing cascade of it when I was a quietly snoring
infant; hardly having the sense to appreciate its magically formidable and euphorically
endless tenacity,
O! Yes, I might have consumed just a fleeting fraction of it when I was an
incoherently trembling infant; hardly feeling it as it timelessly blessed every
aspect of my existence; for infinite births more of mine,
But just that diminutive droplet of it; just that unnoticeable speck of it which I had
unknowingly consumed; was enough for me to metamorphose the complexion of
this estranged earth once again into a paradise; was enough for me to tower like the
inferno of inimitably blazing truth for times immemorial; was enough for me to
altruistically live and let live for a countless more heavenly lifetimes,
Such pricelessly immortal was the indomitable power of my; eternal mother’s milk.

24. SINFUL IDENTITY
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so handsomely
procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
infantile cry; overflowed with unfathomable oceans of glittering gold,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I baselessly rejoiced and took all their
hard-earned wealth for granted; miserably dithered in my impoverished life to carve a
philanthropically blissful identity of my very own.
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so majestically
procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first baby
cry; had an endless inundation of sparkling currency coin,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I parasitically feasted and took all their
hard-earned wealth for granted; pathetically staggered in my diminutive life to carve a
synergistically blazing identity of my very own.
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so wonderfully
incoherent cry; remained perpetually embellished with resplendently enamoring
diamonds,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I derogatorily marauded and took all
their hard-earned wealth for granted; dismally stuttered in my truncated life to carve a
celestially vibrant identity of my very own.
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so marvelously
procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first nimble
cry; contained every speck of prosperity on this timeless planet,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I indiscriminately terrorized and took all
their hard-earned wealth for granted; meaninglessly quavered in my destined life to
carve a beautifully magnanimous identity of my very own.
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so amazingly
inaudible cry; had its foundations resting on an insurmountable mountain of pearls,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I savagely massacred and took all their
hard-earned wealth for granted; horrendously trembled in my penurious life to carve
an iridescently kingly identity of my very own.
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so gorgeously
incongruous cry; solely diffused the fragrance of everlastingly priceless richness,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I satanically splurged and took all their
hard-earned wealth for granted; gruesomely faltered in my pecuniary life to carve a
spell bindingly righteous identity of my very own.

It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so divinely
evanescent cry; harbored countless trees from which gloriously fructified currency
coin instead of leaves,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I ruthlessly blew and took all their hard-
earned wealth for granted; disdainfully lost in my flickering life to carve an
enchantingly vivacious identity of my very own.
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so Omnipotently
meek cry; was the hub of all state-of-the art businesses that unfurled on the trajectory
of this fathomless planet,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I insanely trampled and took all their
hard-earned wealth for granted; flagrantly wavered in my limited life to carve an
ingratiatingly altruistic identity of my very own.
And it wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so blessedly
nervous cry; was the most indefatigably serenaded castle in the entire world since
times immemorial,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I cold-bloodedly spat and took all their
hard-earned wealth for granted; unscrupulously dithered in my indigent life to carve a
harmoniously distinct identity of my very own.

25. TRIUMPHANTLY GODLY LAP
I might have skittishly tossed and turned an unfathomable number of times in my
impoverished life; fantastically replenishing every pore of my skin with the most
majestically ingratiating of silk,
But it was only in the Omnisciently sacrosanct lap of my mother; that I blissfully
closed my eyes to even the most remotest trace of obnoxious alien light; transited
into eternally royal sleep.
I might have restlessly fidgeted and simmered an incomprehensible number of times
in my destitute life; gloriously finding my way beneath a mountain of rhapsodic
raspberry,
But it was only in the perpetually invincible lap of my mother; that I became
oblivious to all unbearably manipulative drudgery of this satanic world; found the
most blessedly heavenly of sleep.
I might have uncannily groped and wandered an endless number of times in my
diminutive life; engulfing my nimble persona with the most euphorically vibrant of
melody,
But it was only in the aristocratically scintillating lap of my mother; that I irrevocably
shut my eardrums to all abhorrently pugnacious hostility around me; fed my soul with
the bountifully benign mantra of celestial sleep.
I might have irascibly choked and meandered a countless number of times in my
feckless life; entrenching my intricate countenance with the finest of spell binding
artistry,
But it was only in the effulgently priceless lap of my mother; that I huddled like an
unconquerably handsome prince; slept like an angel having descended from
crimson sky; for times immemorial.
I might have preposterously stumbled and trembled an insurmountable number of
times in my spurious life; overwhelming every rickety bone of my body with
untamed exuberance,
But it was only in the resplendently Omnipotent lap of my mother; that I
wholesomely shrugged even the most ethereal insinuation of disdainful uncertainty;
embraced the cisterns of divine sleep for centuries unprecedented.
I might have inexorably wavered and quavered an indefatigable number of times in
my minuscule life; feasting even the most inconspicuous bit of my flesh in the aisles
of gorgeously unprecedented luxury,
But it was only in the indomitably pristine lap of my mother; that I uninhibitedly
rejoiced far away from the salacious vagaries of this estranged planet; celestially
surrendered all my dreariness to mellifluously enchanting sleep.

I might have perniciously sighed and grunted a limitless number of times in my
insipid life; submerging all my sinister lacklusterness in the most poignantly
undulating sea,
But it was only in the vividly fascinating lap of my mother; that I felt all priceless
compassion on this Universe become my unassailable reflection; and my eyes forever
rolled in the cradle of unhindered sleep.
I might have miserably simpered and sulked an inconceivable number of times in my
mercurial life; inundating my truculently emaciated nostrils with the most divinely
rose scent,
But it was only in the sacredly Omnipresent lap of my mother; that I felt reprieve
from all traumatized pain and agony; catapulted towards the skies of unendingly
gratifying sleep.
And I might have relentlessly floundered and squatted an unimaginable number of
times in my fugitive life; exquisitely designing the most luxurious hammock in
the world to placate my baseless nervousness,
But it was only in the triumphantly godly lap of my mother; that I became a
refreshingly discovering child once again; snuggling close to her inimitably
mesmerizing redolence and timelessly slept

26. COME LETS WHOLEHEARTEDLY ALLOW
There’s a sweet little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
majestically blossom till the pinnacle of resplendently ingratiating prosperity,
There’s a mesmerizing little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
evolve into an unfathomably compassionate gorge of friendship; as tangy as the
rhapsodically ebullient oceans,
There’s an enchanting little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
marvelously burgeon till times beyond iridescent eternity; and enthuse even the most
obfuscatedly alien of our times,
There’s a euphoric little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to spawn
like an insatiably fragrant flower of gorgeous companionship; as the Sun blazed
vibrantly from behind the mellifluous hills,
There’s a poignant little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to enthrall
even the most obsoletely dithering nerves in our beleaguered bodies; to the
most stupendously unprecedented limits,
There’s a jubilant little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
ingratiatingly gallop to kiss the epitome of dazzling timelessness; and for
centuries immemorial,
There’s a victorious little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
Omnipotently transcend; over the pernicious precipices of our disastrously dwindling
derogatorily manipulative souls,
There’s an innocuous little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
profoundly rejuvenate our bizarrely estranged senses; with the vivaciously
sacrosanct tonic of life,
There’s an embellished little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
majestically drape our insipidly feckless deliriousness; with cisterns of unsurpassable
sensuousness,
There’s a fantastic little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
irrefutably overshadow our disparagingly deteriorating gloom; with fountains
of timeless happiness,
There’s an intriguing little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
invincibly sequester us in its bountiful swirl; fathomless kilometers away from the
mortuary of inexplicable despair,

There’s an ecstatic little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
Omnisciently overpower our insurmountable battalion of idiosyncrasies; with the its
magical ointment of godly freshness,
There’s a spell binding little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
encapsulate us in its panoramically vivid embrace; bless every aspect of our haplessly
shattered existence; with the gorgeously fructifying elixir of life,
There’s an eclectic little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to weave
the unconquerable spell of its royal artistry; upon our monotonously delinquent life,
There’s a sacrosanct little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
magnanimously bless our ominously extradited rhythm; with its benevolently
humanitarian beats,
There’s a sparkling little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
miraculously cleanse all our dastardly cloistered dirt; with its heaven of fathomless
righteousness,
There’s a melodious little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
annihilate even the most mercurial trace of prejudiced paradoxism in our blood; with
its tunes of celestially unassailable truth,
There’s a beautiful little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
enshroud us with philanthropic graciousness; insuperably conquering the cry of the
ungainly devil with the winds of perennially uninhibited freedom,
There’s a mystical little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
everlastingly stupefy us with an entrenchment of impregnable newness; with the
limitless enthuse of its pristine eyes,
And there’s an exhilarating little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
inundate the song of immortal love; in our forlornly disbelieving and satanically
fretful lives

27. ONLY A MOTHER
Only a mother could dress the impoverished child so insurmountably fantastically;
like nobody else on this fathomlessly vibrant earth; could ever dream of; or ever
could,
Only a mother could educate the hapless child so indomitably handsomely; like
nobody else on this boundlessly fragrant earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could appreciate the despairing child so insuperably amiably; like
nobody else on this limitlessly serene earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could cuddle the trembling child so impeccably wonderfully; like
nobody else on this endlessly enchanting earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could kiss the solitary child so blissfully compassionately; like nobody
else on this beautifully vibrant earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could embrace the orphaned child so euphorically poignantly; like
nobody else on this majestically exotic earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could enlighten the fretful child so royally enamoringly; like nobody
else on this mystically effulgent earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could shield the decrepit child so unflinchingly invincibly; like nobody
else on this fabulously mesmerizing earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could play with the discovering child so heavenly innocuously; like
nobody else on this timelessly adorable earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could feed the emaciated child so ingratiatingly celestially; like nobody
else on this triumphantly glorious earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could pray for the extradited child so insatiably unrelentingly; like
nobody else on this gloriously bountiful earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could bless the maimed child so Omnipotently altruistically; like
nobody else on this blazingly vivacious earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could immortalize the ostracized child so indomitably miraculously;
like nobody else on this victoriously ebullient earth; could ever dream of; or ever
could,

Only a mother could understand the speechless child so irrefutably Omnisciently; like
nobody else on this unsurpassably magnetic earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could patronize the lambasted child so unequivocally selflessly; like
nobody else on this redolently resplendent earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could embellish the bruised child so eclectically artistically; like
nobody else on this mellifluously robust earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could sing for the blind child so vividly tirelessly; like nobody else on
this graciously magnanimous earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could mimic the mischievous child so spell bindingly joyously; like
nobody else on this astoundingly fructifying earth; could ever dream of; or ever
could,
Only a mother could pacify the wailing child so sacredly abundantly; like nobody else
on this regally aristocratic earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could defend the dilapidated child so intractably handsomely; like
nobody else on this exquisitely panoramic earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could revitalize the dwindling child so Omnipresently fabulously; like
nobody else on this insurmountably evolving earth; could ever dream of; or ever
could,
Only a mother could worship the destitute child so implacably faithfully; like nobody
else on this limitlessly ardent earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
And it was only a mother who could love the newborn child so perpetually radiantly;
like nobody on this blessedly uninhibited earth; could ever dream of; or ever could.

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