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Don’t try to purchase him with the unfathomable armory of your spurious wealth; dictating to him the spurious norms of your monotonously conventional lifestyle,
Just sit by his side sharing his joy and pain; and then witness him cling perpetually close to your heart; instead.

Don’t try to intimidate him with your treacherous set of rules and bombastic regulations; tyrannizing him to stand first in his class,
Just play with him uninhibitedly in your lap; and witness him make you feel the richest man alive; showering his celestial smile; instead.

Don’t try and teach him textbooks of manipulative corporate management indefatigably throughout the blazing day; stringently whipping him as he made
the tiniest of mistake,
Just wholeheartedly share with him the experiences of your life; and then witness him scrap the most inconspicuous iota of agony from your anguished blood; instead.

Don’t try and dress him up according to your pompous tastes and desires; brutally ordering him to shake hands with your sanctimoniously attired mates in the baseless party hall,
Just stand for what he was; wherever he wanted; and then witness him bestow upon you an infinite lives; be only yours for centuries immemorial; instead.

Don’t try and slave him to your every command; taking undue advantage of his boisterous youth and inherent charm,
Just philander and gallivant with him rhapsodically through the mystical hills; genuinely admiring the most diminutive of his attribute; and then witness him
bloom into your every philanthropic dream; instead.

Don’t try and challenge his immaculate persona with your inevitably acquired knowledge; ruthlessly assassinating his innocent suggestions,
Just let him pursue the dreams that he wanted; inspiring him to be the very best in the mission of his heart; and then witness him become the unfathomable pride of your impoverished soul; instead.

Don’t scare the winds out of his Godly countenance; making him retreat in his shivering cocoon; the minute you stepped like a white collared tycoon from
the office,
Just embrace him ardently with both arms; talk to him like the best friend of his life; and then witness him enlighten the tunnels of frantic desperation in your eyes; instead.

Don’t penalize him for his inadvertently committed misdeeds; belting your fanatic frustrations of the day upon his intricately tender visage,
Just free him from the chains of your parasitically congenial society; making him feel the strongest entity alive in the warmth of your chest; and thenwitness him become the jewel of your blind eyes; as well as of the entire Nation; instead.

And don’t make him feel as if you were only his guardian; feeding him whenever he desired; providing him cloth and shelter only because his veins carried rudiments of your own blood,
Just treat him as your immortal son; a friend to him when he was mischievous; a philosopher when he indispensably needed your vast experiences of life; and then witness him tirelessly call you; love you; as father; instead

Please irrefutably ensure O! Omnipresent Lord; that whenever my lips opened; they whispered something for enlightening the lives of countless orphaned children;
they radiated something which was stunningly new; they sang something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by own self; on the trajectory of
this spell-bindingly royal planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Insuperable Lord; that whenever my fingers opened; they wrote something to trigger a smile on the faces of all those tyrannically molested; they wrote something which was inimitably new; they wrote something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by very own self; on the trajectory of this wonderfully philanthropic planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Omnipotent Lord; that whenever my eyes opened; they radiated something to perpetuate compassion in every haplessly devastated echelon of humanity; they radiated something which was supremely new; they radiated something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by my very
own self; on the trajectory of this unbelievably redolent planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Impregnable Lord; that whenever my veins opened; they oozed something which perennially bonded every conceivable sect of living kind alike; they oozed something which was rhapsodically new; they oozed something which had never ever been replicated before; and by neither my very own self; on the trajectory of this everlastingly bountiful planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Undefeated Lord; that whenever my shoulders opened; they projected something which gave unflinchingly fearless conviction to every
coward lurking in inexplicable trauma; they projected something which was incredulously new; they projected something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by my very own self; on the trajectory of this timelessly celestial planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Unshakable Lord; that whenever my hair opened; they wafted something which permeated a gorge of unprecedented sensuousness in
every robotically prejudiced cranny of the earth; they wafted something which was ingeniously new; they wafted something which had never ever been replicated
before; and neither by my very own self; on the trajectory of this limitlessly enthralling planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Ever-pervading Lord; that whenever my toes opened; they tinkled something which induced a forest of unceasingly enthralling adventure
in every nefariously prejudiced entity alive; they tinkled something which was brilliantly new; they tinkled something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by my very own self; on the trajectory of this pristinely unlimited planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Omniscient Lord; that whenever my nostrils opened; they exhaled something which engendered pricelessly invincible life in every
lugubriously stagnating corner of this earth; they exhaled something which was victoriously new; they exhaled something which had never ever been replicated
before; and neither by my very own self; on the trajectory of this fragrantly ebullient planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Infallible Lord; that whenever my throat opened; it sang something to miraculously alleviate the pain of all those uncontrollably shivering and suffering; it sang something which was eternally new; it sang something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by my very own self; on the trajectory of this triumphantly poignant planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Unimpeachable Lord; that whenever my fists opened; they highlighted something which diffused the sheer essence of altruistic humanity and not spurious destiny; they highlighted something which was majestically new; they highlighted something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by my very own self; on the trajectory of this boundlessly burgeoning planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Benign Lord; that whenever my ears opened; they captured something which redefined the virtue of baselessly manipulative
sensitivity hideously sunk into the world today; they captured something which was regally new; they captured something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by my very own self; on the trajectory of this endlessly captivating planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Unassailable Lord; that whenever my armpits opened; they sweated something which ubiquitously disseminate the scent of victoriously honest perseverance; they sweated something which was marvelously new; they sweated something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by my very own self; on the trajectory of this gigantically blessed planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Fearless Lord; that whenever my skin-pores opened; they sparked something which metamorphosed every trifle of morose impotency into an untamed cloudbursts of rekindling virility; they sparked something which was unimaginably new; they sparked something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by my very own self; on the trajectory of this fantastically unbridled planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Almighty Lord; that whenever my brain opened; it fantasized something which perennially brought paradise and cheer to every
quarter of this miserably cannibalistic earth; it fantasized something which was resplendently new; it fantasized something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by my very own self; on the trajectory of this blissfully fructifying planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Indomitable Lord; that whenever my chest opened; it embraced something which tirelessly needed the cradle of selfless compassion;
it embraced something which was uninterruptedly new; it embraced something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by my very own self; on the trajectory of this magnetically rejuvenating planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Multi-Faceted Lord; that whenever my bones opened; they imbibed something which was the most undying epitome of universally undaunted courage; they imbibed something which was aristocratically new; they imbibed something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by my
very own self; on the trajectory of this handsomely unfettered planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Victorious Lord; that whenever my teeth opened; they masticated something which was the most panoramically symbiotic creation of
nature divine; they masticated something which was effervescently new; they masticated something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by
my very own self; on the trajectory of this effulgently proliferating planet.

Please irrefutably ensure O! Celestial Lord; that whenever my conscience opened; it liberated something which was the most unimpeachable apogee of truth; it
liberated something which was undauntedly new; it liberated something which had never ever been replicated before; and neither by my very own self; on the trajectory of this fantastically inscrutable planet.

But please irrefutably ensure O! Everlasting Lord; that whenever my heart opened; it definitely did throb something which united every single organism on this commercially cadaverous earth into threads of altruistic friendship; but every beat that it throbbed was just the same as the previous beat; indefatigably wanting to assimilate only love; love and nothing else but immortal love; from every entity alive and every corner of this wonderfully emollient planet.

I endlessly kept committing a pathetic graveyard of flagrant idiosyncrasies; just so that you could correct me; with the eternally magical righteousness in your bountiful voice,

I endlessly kept tossing and turning on the coldbloodedly laconic floor; just so that you could put me to heavenly sleep; with the compassionately timeless sensuousness in your tantalizing fingers,

I endlessly kept speaking derogatorily insipid lies; just so that you could Omnipotently enlighten me; with the essence of unassailably glorious truth in your
unflinching stride,

I endlessly kept myself egregiously emaciated; just so that you could majestically placate my every desire; with the fortress of invincible camaraderie in your
impeccable eyes,

I endlessly kept nonchalantly staring at meaningless bits of barren sky; just so that you could stupefy me to the most unprecedented limits; with the mesmerizing
cadence in your magnetic senses,

I endlessly kept maliciously abusing whosoever I encountered in my way; just so that you could teach me to be civilized; with the principles of priceless humanity ubiquitously disseminating from your every breath,

I endlessly kept fretting and fuming at everything that was laid my way; just so that you could marvelously quell all my lunatic restlessness; with the regally silken charisma of your soul,

I endlessly kept executing the most abashing of spelling mistakes; just so that you could aristocratically enrich me; with your insuperably magnificent power of linguistics,

I endlessly kept myself drearily dirty and languishing like a chunk of insipid shit; just so that you could rejuvenate even the most infinitesimal of my traumatized senses; with the insatiable exuberance in your victorious leap,

I endlessly kept bruising myself without the slightest rhyme or reason; just so that you could perennially anoint my disastrously slavering wounds; with the religion of impregnable humanity in your divinely palms,

I endlessly kept agnostically repenting every beautiful moment of my life; just so that you could ingratiatingly drift me towards the skies of the unconquerably Omniscient Lord; with your spirit of patriotically blazing freedom,

I endlessly kept impudently slandering my revered elders; just so that you could royally mitigate me from the crutches of crucifying mercilessness; with the unbelievably altruistic tranquility enshrouding your humble existence,

I endlessly kept ridiculing the most handsomely symbiotic ideals of creation; just so that you could make me blend with the celestial rudiments of my creation; with the goodness of your magnanimously sacred spontaneity,

I endlessly kept skeptically surmising about even the most harmonious of saints; just so that you could beautifully filter the acrimonious dirt from my mind; with your undauntedly untamed conviction,

I endlessly kept sadistically victimizing my own self; just so that you could perpetually guide me towards the most wonderfully replenishing salvation of my life; with the carpet of your resplendently embellished desires,

I endlessly kept uncontrollably shivering under the deathly chill of the scurrilously vindictive night; just so that you could entwine me in your splendidly humanitarian warmth; with the inferno of boundless desire rampantly simmering in every pore of your skin,

I endlessly kept preposterously indulging myself into a plethora of imperiling vices; just so that you could metamorphose my entire personality into that of a
synergistically innocuous organism; with the mantra of ebullient triumph radiating unstoppably from your eyelashes,

I endlessly kept forgetting even the most quintessentially vital things; just so that you could pamper the child in me to the most unfathomable fullest; inundate my diminutively impoverished life with the limitless happiness in your everlasting soul,

And I endlessly kept trying to extinguish every speck of my beleaguered existence; just so that you could incarcerate my penuriously quavering senses in the
entrenchment of your immortally blessing love; blissfully uniting our lives in holy matrimony; for times even after infinite more births of ours yet to come.

If God gave them just one wish; then the gruesomely blind; would irrefutably ask for majestically glorious mirrors of explicit sight,

If God gave it just one wish; then the treacherously scorched desert; would irrefutably ask for cloudbursts of tumultuously rhapsodic and bountiful rain,

If God gave them just one wish; then the devastatingly dumb; would irrefutably ask for stupendously captivating melody; drifting like an angel from his deprived mouth,

If God gave them just one wish; then the disastrously dying; would irrefutably ask for blooming anecdotes of a blissful life,

If God gave it just one wish; the abominably stinking gutter; would irrefutably ask for ingratiating scent and stupendously royal charm,

If God gave it just one wish; then the overwhelmingly distraught spider crippled badly on soil; would irrefutably ask for silvery strands of fathomlessly
mesmerizing web,

If God gave it just one wish; then the perpetually still and ghastly corpse; would irrefutably ask for perennial waterfalls of euphoric life,

If God gave it just one wish; then the truculently shattered mirror; would irrefutably ask for being a scintillating blanket of glass once again; shimmering in the aisles of insatiable desire and grandiloquent opulence,

If God gave it just one wish; then the pathetically devastated and frigidly soggy branch; would irrefutably ask for astoundingly proliferating into a handsome flurry of intoxicating green leaves; mystically blending with the winds,

If God gave them just one wish; then the irrevocably stone deaf; would irrefutably ask for even the most infinitesimally sensitive wave of sound; to tantalizingly tingle each of their saddened senses,

If God gave them just one wish; then the agonizingly stumbling maim; would irrefutably ask for robust pairs of astutely galloping legs; transporting them
triumphantly; to the ultimate zenith of enthralling paradise,

If God gave it just one wish; then the acrimoniously bitter cactus; would irrefutably ask for a mountain of resplendent silk; to wholesomely camouflage its murderously sinister persona,

If God gave it just one wish; then the insurmountably rusty knife; would irrefutably ask for piquantly pepped up sharpness; slicing with astronomical ease through the most obdurately stony vegetable skin,

If God gave him just one wish; then the profusely castigated artist; would irrefutably ask for every cranny of this monotonously lackadaisical planet; to be enshrouded with the magic of his ebullient craftsmanship,

If God gave it just one wish; then the invidiously strangulate lip; would irrefutably ask for an unsurpassable ocean of celestially endowing smiles,

If God gave them just one wish; then the incomprehensibly old and withering; would irrefutably ask for those euphoric moments of their lives which they cherished the most; a blissful place to eternally rest in wonderful heaven,

If God gave it just one wish; then the nostalgically magnificent photograph; would irrefutably ask to marvelously rejoice all those beautifully enchanting moments; till times beyond immortal reality,

If God gave it just one wish; then the uncouthly kicked beggar on the streets; would irrefutably ask for boundless treasuries; overflowing with fabulous silk and a sky showering glittering diamonds on every step that he tread,

And if God gave me just one wish; then my impoverishedly betrayed heart; would irrefutably ask for love; love; and only impregnable love; invincibly making me laugh in the face of bizarre adversity; achieving the most fulfilling mission of my destined
life.

Just one smile of hers; was enough to make me forget my ocean of unprecedented sorrow,

Just one tear of hers; was enough to make me melt in meek submission on the cold ground,

Just one word of hers; was enough to make me perceive the entire Universe; drown into an ocean of boundless enchantment,

Just one dimple of hers; was enough to make me profoundly admire beauty; uninhibitedly engulf myself into a fabulous paradise,

Just one shadow of hers; was enough to make me solve all enigmas of life; immensely simplify my incredulously complicated existence,

Just one finger of hers; was enough to make me become oblivious to my entire body; become completely immune to the most bizarre of pain,

Just one hair of hers; was enough to make me imagine the most spell binding images incarcerated in this world; the ravishing softness and poignant melody lingering in the atmosphere,

Just one lip of hers; was enough to make me swirl in tumultuously passionate desire; make me perpetually long for sweet nectar entrapped in the golden beehives,

Just one shout of hers; was enough to make me forget all my fears; stand like an invincible fortress in the way of whatever was trying to invidiously harm her,

Just one leg of hers; was enough to make me astoundingly gasp; ignite dormant infernos sleeping lazily in my soul,

Just one whistle of hers; was enough to make me ecstatically dance; gyrate my body uncontrollably under the pearly midnight moon,

Just one tongue of hers; was enough to make me gruesomely famished; long for all the tantalizing food that sizzled on this planet,

Just one fist of hers; was enough to make me envisage about all the muscle that wandered on this globe; generated impregnable power in my supremely dreary
bones,
Just one eye of hers; was enough to make me indulge in astronomically flirtatious mischief; tease the grass stalks and whatever else came my way; as I languidly
trespassed on chocolate brown soil,

Just one look of hers; was enough to make me to forget my reflection; profusely blend myself with the titillating mascara adorning her lashes,

Just one scent of hers; was enough to make me to condemn all other perfume; inhale her enamoring persona for fathomless decades to unleash,

Just one breath of hers; was enough to make me swoon on the ground; transform into a celestial reverie for times immemorial,

Just one heart beat of hers; was enough to make me overwhelmingly love; gather all the strength and tenacity required to fight for existence,

And just one stare of hers; was enough to make me relinquish palpable life; pack my bag for the royal heavens and die.

Life is an amalgamation of infinite emotions; perpetual happiness is just one of them,

Life is a blend of infinite scents; the fragrance of invincible success is just one of them,

Life is a labyrinth of infinite paths; the road to irrefutable truth is just one of them,

Life is a rainbow of infinite colors; the shade of profound empathy is just one of them,

Life is a cloud of infinite perceptions; seductively ravishing fantasy is just one of them,

Life is a conglomerate of infinite flames; unrelenting passion is just one of them,

Life is a combination of infinite winds; the air of boisterous rhapsody is just one of them,

Life is a compilation of infinite words; vivacious newness is just one of them,

Life is a quiver full of infinite arrows; the dagger of blissful contentment is just one of them,

Life is a forest of infinite berries; the fruit of selfless sacrifice is just one of them,

Life is a calendar of infinite dates; the day of fresh birth is just one of them,

Life is a coalition of infinite rivers; the waters of heavenly prosperity are just one of them,

Life is an assimilation of infinite anecdotes; an encounter with exuberant adventure is
just one of them,

Life is a journey of infinite moods; amicably smiling lips is just one of them,

Life is a mountain of infinite burrows; the cave of unfathomable enchantment is
just one of them,

Life is a myriad of infinite pearls; the jewel of self purification is just one of them,

Life is a wall of infinite mirrors; the glass candidly portraying an explicit identity is
just one of them,

Life is a whirlpool of infinite patterns; the dance of perennially euphoric triumph is
just one of them,

Life is a consortium of infinite feelings; the element of benevolent care is
just one of them,

Life is a hill with infinite summits; the peak of astronomically fortified conviction is
just one of them,

Life is an ocean of philosophies; the perspective of independent existence is
just one of them,

Life is an agglomerate of infinite shapes and forms; the contours of impeccable beauty are just one of them,

Life is a tornado of infinite messengers; the harbinger of everlasting peace is
just one of them,

Life is a garden of infinite virtues; immortally unconquerable love is just one of them,

And life is a culmination of infinite beats; the rhythm of the passionately palpitating heart is just one of them

There were an infinite fraternities of scents available to wonderfully mollify just one of my disdainfully agitated armpit; wholesomely transcend over the dreadfully preposterous stench emanating,

There were an infinite shades of mascara available to stupendously enthrall just one of my obnoxiously beleaguered eyelash; engender it to marvelously outshine every maelstrom; tornado or the fiercest of inexorable rain,

There were an infinite colors of lipstick available to fantastically embellish just one my fretfully grotesque lip; grant it the status of a gloriously uncrowned fairy; for centuries unprecedented,

There were an infinite shapes of swords available to majestically brandish my just one of my disparagingly bereaved bone; make it feel like patriotically blazing and invincible warriors; even against the most acrimoniously cannibalistic of attack,

There were an infinite synchronizations of music available to sensuously titillate just one of my hedonistically emaciated eardrum; replenish its compassionate hollows with the most unbelievably mellifluous and rhapsodically tantalizing sounds,

There were an infinite textbooks of sagaciously perspicacious literature available to beautifully enlighten just one my horrendously illiterate senses; blissfully metamorphose even the most inconspicuous trace of lecherous nothingness in my soul; into a fountain of Omnipotent learning,

There were an infinite varieties of exotically iridescent pearls available to handsomely adorn just one of the gorily sinister contours of my hapless neck; transform it into a royal queen’s necklace for as long as this planet existed,

There were an infinite curvatures of sun-glass available to incredulously sequester just one of my truculently blood-shot eye; hypnotize it into a paradise of arcane seduction; even under the most savagely blistering rays of the sweltering mid-day
Sun,

There were an infinite forms of titillating wine available to liberate just one of my satanically incarcerated senses; foment me to uninhibitedly express my miserably lambasted inner self,

There were an infinite fabulous dreams available to profoundly rekindle my just one part of my hedonistically whipped mind; catapult me to a land more higher and handsome than unbelievably celestial paradise,

There were an infinite scrumptious delicacies available to marvelously placate just one pang of rapaciously growling hunger in my stomach; making me feel as the most pricelessly contented organism on this Universe; after I consumed the same with untamed gusto,

There were an infinite dials of luminously trendy watches available to regally adorn just one of my uncontrollably quavering wrist; enthrallingly binding it in the righteously punctilious definitions of discerning time,

There were an infinite silhouettes of bewitchingly titillating vixens available to timelessly arouse just one cranny of my drearily despondent flesh; transport
me into the corridors of Kingly cloud nine; for countless more births of mine,

There were an infinite molds of aristocratic candles available to beautifully enlighten just one of my disparagingly dolorous and ignominiously slandering night; make me feel like the ultimate silken Moon shimmering brilliantly on the trajectory of boundless earth,

There were an infinite cylinders of quintessentially artificial blood and breath available to Omnipotently reinvigorate just one of my horrendously dying form; bestow me upon with cardinal pints of divinely life,

There were an infinite brands of astounding blades available to stringently scrap just one whisker of unceremoniously bedraggled beard from my cheeks; rendering them more immutably sparkling than the candidly scintillating mirrors,

There were an infinite springs of redolent water available to bathe and amazingly quench just one element of my sordidly disheveled skin; annihilate even the most mercurial speck of unsolicited alien dirt from my disgustingly crumbling persona,

There were an infinite types of state-of-the-art fabric available to compassionately embrace just one of my impoverishedly trembling caricature; impregnate in it the tenacity to face even the most wretchedly freezing of circumstance,

Paradoxically; just one girl on this entire unending Universe; none other but just one girl out of countless girls symbiotically existing; was available; was enough to bless and insuperably bond with an infinite beats of my unsurpassably passionate and
relentlessly wandering heart; for an infinite more births of mine.

No ornaments of gold needed; to embellish my body,

No chunks of land needed; for me to tread blissfully on this earth,

No flames of fire needed; to warm me and illuminate my night,

No streams of water needed; to wash myself and rejuvenate my senses to the pinnacle of ecstasy,

No island of Sun needed; to impart warmth to my life,

No strawberry sweets needed; to placate my dying taste buds,

No rainbow in the sky needed; to vivaciously glimmering my eyes,

No sparkling slabs of glass needed; in which I could sight my reflection,

No salt needed; to add pinches of exotic taste to my food,

No grandiloquent watch needed; to accurately apprise me of every second unleashing,

No enchanting music needed; to pacify my agitated senses,

No tantalizing dance needed; to wake me up from dreary sleep,

No gaudy clothes needed; to sequester me from bizarre cold,

No morsels of rice and curd needed to appease my insatiable hunger,

No spurious armory of smiles needed; to unrelentingly shower upon me droplets of pure rain,

No tears of empathy needed; to sympathize with me in my times of affliction and distress,

No books of literature needed to; enrich my knowledge about the historical times,

No cherries and wine needed; to entertain me beyond the point of no control,

No draughts of cool air needed; to wipe of the sweat trickling down my nape,

No bundles of currency needed; to execute all my desires to lavishly spend,
No bombastic attention needed; to escalate me to the corridors of supreme fame,

No cushions of grass needed; to shield my feet from a ground laid with acerbic thorns,

No blood needed; to circulate in my body granting me the tenacity to gush forward,

No ideals needed; to chisel a new and philosophical chapter in life,

No lights needed; to guide me ahead after stringently breaking through the darkness of the gruesome night,

No palaces needed; to serve me oligarchic cuisine; with the triangular crown placed fancily on my head,

No bones needed; to fortify my body; grant me the resilience to fight against the uncouth society,

No garlands needed; to felicitate me sanctimoniously; loud speakers announcing my presence in every road and street,

No dreams needed; to tingle the chords of rampant imagination; place me in a paradise of lost fairies,

No love needed; to maneuver me into a world of passionate romance; ignite unburned desires of my soul,

No breath needed; to peacefully meditate; carry on the chapter of harmonious existence,

just me and my CREATOR; staring profoundly at each Other; with my head knelt in meek submission in His lap; and the omnipotent power in His palms; besieging my heart with perennial happiness; putting me to an eternal sleep; with the world failing miserably this time to disturb me.

Just touching her skin; doesn’t mean that you were brutally forcing her,

Just winking at her doesn’t mean; that you were perpetually proposing her,

Just playing with her voluptuous hair; doesn’t mean that you compassionately cared about her,

Just staring into her rubicund eyes; doesn’t mean that you understood every iota of her pain,

Just sitting beside her enchanting grace; doesn’t mean that you audaciously shouldered all her miseries in life,

Just tightly clasping her dainty palms; doesn’t mean that you understood what she actually desired from life,

Just mischievously pinching her skin; doesn’t mean that you were making her feel like an immaculate child,

Just taking her out in your swanky car; doesn’t mean that you were pacifying every need of her existence,

Just inscribing her name with a knife on your chest; doesn’t mean you were more passionate about her; than the angels in the sky,

Just uttering her name umpteenth number of times in a minute; doesn’t mean that you made her every dream manifest into a reality,

Just traversing behind her like a shadow; doesn’t mean that you could read what was incessantly going on in her heavenly mind,

Just philandering with her on the romantic mountains; doesn’t mean that you were the greatest lover born on this earth,

Just gifting her with some conventionally sleek contraptions; doesn’t mean that you had veritably stolen her heart forever,

Just pacing around her seductive countenance; engulfed by a river of nervous sweat; doesn’t mean that you could wholesomely commiserate with her proliferating sorrow,

Just wishing her the earliest on her birthday; doesn’t mean that you topped her list of boundless admirers,
Just wholesomely applauding her melodiously captivating voice; doesn’t mean that you comprehended the agony besieging her soul,

Just frequenting her dwelling insurmountable number of times in the day; doesn’t mean that you were the closest to her; till the time she breathed,

Just emulating her every impeccable action; doesn’t mean that you were her greatest connoisseur,

And just marrying her in the most grandiloquent fashion on this earth; doesn’t mean that you really loved her; had made her yours for times even beyond; what you could contemplate.

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably gauge the profound sadness enshrouding my countenance; by just ethereally glimpsing at my shielding eyelashes,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably prognosticate the hunger in my stomach; by just sighting me restlessly gnawing at my bohemian nails,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably sense the maniacal desperation in my trembling visage; by just the infinitesimally changed
tone; in the nimble cadence of my voice,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably comprehend the wave of bizarre mortification enveloping my soul; by just the capricious tinge of poignant scarlet; on my impoverished cheeks,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably narrate the experiences of my day; by just feeling the transiently cringed lines; on my diminutively frazzled forehead,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably guess the thunderbolts of tumultuous anger encapsulating my blood; by just witnessing that
inconspicuous iota of frantic vacillation in my dwindling stride,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably feel the insatiably nostalgic child in me; by just gently caressing my innocuously vivacious lips,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably soliloquize the first day of my birth; by just kissing my rampantly fluttering and daintily gorgeous eyelashes,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably understand the diabolically obsessive agony in my life; by just sighting the augmented redness in the interiors of my palm; and withering body skin,

She hadn’t give me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably analyze the state of intriguingly inexplicable mind; by just staring for mock seconds; at the ludicrously staggering curvature of my spine,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably construe the vibrant philosopher entrenching my senses from all sides; by just inhaling
the scent that drifted; from my profusely wandering countenance,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably conceive the insurmountable reservoir of fantasy circulating in my blood; by just kneading my pulse a minuscule trifle,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably perceive the tumultuous electricity in my compassionate visage; by just the poignant magnetism that radiated on every step that I gently tread,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably apprehend the unfathomable carpet of dreams in my eyes; by just witnessing the resplendently shimmering twinkle that lay; therein,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably assimilate the unrelenting euphoria in each element of my persona; by just tracing the tiny globules of sweat; that ran down my chest,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably discern the ardent believer in my body; by just witnessing the resiliently unflinching contours of my chin,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably grasp the artist fulminating inexorably in my ecstatic veins; by just feeling the astronomical propensity in my fireballs of passionate breath,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably realize my uncontrollably escalating desire; by just cuddling the fantastically zealous moistness; which engulfed every trajectory of my flesh,

And she hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably define my immortal love for her divinely grace; by just listening to the marvelously impregnable beats of my small; but perpetually craving heart.