Poetry

1. IF ANYONE TRIED TO STEAL HER
I might appear to be a diminutive mosquito; but mind you I could stand taller than
the colossal mountain; defend myself against the mightiest of attacks; if anyone tried
to hurt her in her blissful way,
I might appear to be an inconspicuous blade of creased grass; but mind you I could
gain proportions befitting the diabolical dinosaur; if anyone sighted her with
licentious desire,
I might appear to be an infinitesimally squashed mushroom; but mind you I had the
unfathomable capacity to become the entire forest deluged with acerbic thorns; if
anyone tried to plot heinously evil behind her immaculate back,
I might appear to be a non-existent speck of dirt; but mind you I could rise
menacingly and more towering than the blue skies; if anyone tried to perilously
barge in while she was celestially asleep,
I might appear to be a droplet of blotted gutter water lying dilapidated in a remotely
obsolete heap; but mind you I had the tenacity to become more tumultuous
than the rampantly swirling oceans; if anyone tried to dangerously ogle at her; even
within boundless kilometers of her sacrosanct vicinity,
I might appear to be a harmlessly distorted chunk of plain glass being ruthlessly
kicked on the desolate streets; but mind you I had the overwhelming capacity
to become more mammoth than the impregnable fortress; if anyone tried to pummel
her to the ground with his fists,
I might appear to be just a disdainfully neglected rusty iron nail; but mind you I could
become the entire battlefield inundated with pugnaciously hostile arrows; if anyone
tried to vindictively embed his unruly nails into her voluptuously dainty skin,
I might appear to be just an insipid follicle of hair waiting miserably on the ground to
blend with miserably shivering dust; but mind you I possessed the prowess to
metamorphose into all tigers of the jungle; savagely trying to rip apart entities into
infinite fragments; if anyone tried to perniciously mess up with her sacred life,
I might appear to be a profusely crinkled petal of the flower being blown further and
further every instant with each draught of exuberant wind; but mind you I had the
capacity to become the viciously circulating cyclone of the deserts; if anyone tried to
forcefully blow his satanic breath down her mesmerizing nape,
I might appear to be a torn rag of cloth being mercilessly thrashed every day on the
washing floor; but mind you I had the capacity to become a demon with

2. barbarically bloodshot eyes; if anyone tried to hamper her divinely progress; refrain
her from boisterously surging forward in life,
I might appear to be a shattered shell; seeming to be mystically lost amongst the
unsurpassable blanket of sands sprawled on the shores; but mind you I had the
capacity to become a belligerent battlefield of crabs; ready to stab lethal amounts of
poison with my tentacles; if anyone tried to shout murderously loud into her
intricately tinkling ears,
I might appear to be an frigidly rotting matchstick without flames; but mind you I
had the capacity to become a blazing conflagration soaring astronomically
high to blend with the clouds; if anyone tried to surreptitiously aim a bullet at her
from behind the sleazy bushes,
I might appear to be an invisible blob of miserly paint adhering to the ghost walls; but
mind you I had the capacity to become the incomprehensibly long python; raring to
pulverize succulent prey into bits of bashed mincemeat; if anyone tried to cast a spell
of detrimental voodoo upon her impeccably charismatic grace,
I might appear to be staggering wisps of smoke coalescing every unfurling second
with open space; but mind you I had the capacity to become the meadow
embodied with countless gleaming knives; if anyone tried to touch her without her
prior consent,
I might appear to be a strand of pathetically broken web; but mind you I had the
capacity to become a fathomlessly deep dungeon replete with stinging
scorpions; if anyone tried to intentionally trespass her in her irrefutably heavenly
path,
I might appear to be a dismally flickering beam of frivolous light; disappearing in
meek submission after daylight; but mind you I had the capacity to become
the entire godown stuffed with venomous gas; ready to explode and char individuals
to ethereal ash; if anyone ventured to forcefully invade into her dwelling after
midnight,
I might appear to be a soiled banana skin waiting for my time to be dumped into the
deplorable dustbin; but mind you I had the capacity to transform into a treacherously
malicious gorge; insidiously devouring all who came into my swirl; if anyone tried to
slap her rubicund flesh,
I might appear to be a deflated tyre tube gasping like a new born infant for tons of
fresh air; but mind you I had the capacity to become a fleet of menacingly

3. moving maniacal trains; squelching even the most smallest particle that came my way;
if anyone tried to dictate his spurious set of terms upon her spell binding
countenance,
And I might appear to be just a worthless molecule; awaiting to get brutally trampled
as pedestrians walked gently on the lanes; but mind you I had the capacity to become
all the united strength of this Universe in one go; bury living beings with ruthlessly
proliferating ease well beneath their coffins; if anyone tried to steal her from me; even
perceived the faintest to make her anything other than mine .