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It was impossible to inhale air without twin bifurcation of nostrils,
sustain life with nonchalant ease; for more than an wholesome minute.

it was impossible to walk without angularly sculptured legs,
viciously kick grey boulders of stone; acting as barricade’s in unveiling path.

it was impossible to scribble literature without articulate synchronization of hands,
emboss exquisite lines of calligraphy on naked sheets of bond paper.

it was impossible to segregate minuscule threads of color without immaculate vision,
distinguish between the good and gruesomely bad; lurking on this earth.

it was impossible to decimate food into supple chowder; without strong teeth,
produce gregarious smiles in tandem; when frivolously appreciated.

it was impossible to secrete saliva without rosy pink organ of tongue,
rebuke people with loads of spit; in response to their uncouth deeds.

it was impossible to uproot concrete edifices with bare hands,
amalgamate sapphire arenas of sky with the periphery of monotonous earth.

it was impossible to operate the hi-tech computer without a plethora of
software chips,
type a battalion of literature at swashbuckling speeds.

it was impossible to quench thirst without gallons of fresh water,
assassinate intractable blotches of dirt; agglutinated to clean cloth.

it was impossible to die without abrupt closure of tangible heart beat,
infinite cells of animation; freezing in the body.

and it was impossible to live without loving a person in heart; body; and spirit,
dedicating marathon hours in life; harnessing that perpetual affinity.

I was just a minuscule bird perched on a single leaf; with the forest in the backdrop disastrously charred to raw ash; nobody in a million kilometers of vicinity to listen to my croaky voice,
It was God who came into my life; made it a mesmerizing garden to wander about and exist.

I was just a soggy matchstick staggering every minute into appalling darkness; ready to wholesomely relinquish my last iota of light,
It was God who came into my life; not only igniting it into a ball of pugnacious flames; but making them escalate high and handsome towards the sky.

I was just a bleary eye; abysmally squinted and closed towards daylight; sparsely able to discriminate between profound shades of black and white,
It was God who came into my life; not only elevating my vision to perspicaciously clear; but imparting it the virtue to explicitly differentiate between the good and horrendously bad.

I was just an arid desert smothering in the boisterous agony of the diabolical day; burnt to unprecedented limits with each stroke of the flamboyant Sun,
It was God who came into my life; inundated its parched surface with an ocean of sweet water; transformed it into a colossal meadow of green grass to gleefully philander and celestially sleep.

I was just a frigid bee in my empty hive; counting the seconds left for life to finish completely; so that I could take birth as a King again,
It was God who came into my life; not only deluging my dwelling with a mountain of honey; but evoking me to swarm rambunctiously with boundless of my time.

I was just a stone deaf and a perpetually dumb beggar; shivering uncontrollably on the streets; without a single piece of garment to engulf my body,
It was God who came into my life; not only seated me on the magnificently embellished throne; but blessed me with the prowess to disseminate all my wealth
prudently amongst veritably needy mankind.

I was just a broken thorn; shattered shoddily into infinite pieces on the scalding ground; awaiting ruthless vehicles every unleashing minute to trespass me; crush me forever into obsolete wisps of oblivion,
It was God who came into my life; made a brilliantly sparkling sword; ready to defend myself against the most incomprehensible of evil gallivanting around.

I was just a gruesomely distorted nib; trembling as the most infinitesimal draught of wind struck me in my belly,
It was God who came into my life; not only metamorphosed me into a lanky feather tipped pen; but propelled me to emboss fathomless pages of spell binding literature that became the irrefutable spirit of times.

I was just a bedraggled cloud without the tiniest of emotion or empathy; blown away uncouthly into wilderness with the thunderously tumultuous storm,
It was God who came into my life; found me the love of my dreams; coalesced me into immortal threads of impregnable romance for times immemorial.

And I was just a ghastly corpse loitering in the air without an entity of my own; waiting to be barbarically devoured and destroyed,
It was God who came into my life; changed me into a robust human deluging my chest with divinely breath; giving me a right to lead life; giving me an opportunity to tread on his paradise; giving me a chance to blissfully survive.

You might brutally condemn her all day and treacherous night; disdainfully dismissing as the staggeringly weaker sex of this mystically gargantuan planet,

You might not allow her egalitarian opportunities in the fantastically contemporary world; saying that she was a lividly lousy misfit; to be working amongst
machismo men,

You might bawdily stare at every of her kind; with the diabolically lunatic hunger in your eyes; at times disastrously tainting her impeccably sacred identity,

You might hedonistically lambaste her since the very first cry of her beautiful birth; unrelentingly cursing your destiny; for not giving you the crusader to continue the name of your tribe,

You might truculently gouge her mesmerizing eyes; on the spurious pretext of adding more optimism in your life; while it was hardly an issue that she forlornly groped in the blind,

You might lecherously proclaim every iota of her pristine skin as profanely adulterated to the planet outside; just so that she could inexorably slave for
none other; than your unsavory stride,

You might intransigently abuse her as devastatingly illiterate; not construing the principles of management on this earth; as she swished her voluptuous hair under the profoundly blazing Morning Sun,

You might indiscriminately massacre her enchanting skull; on the feckless pretext that it had no brain; and would serve better when used as preposterous gibberish for the foolhardy pigs,

You might feed her just a single glass of parsimonious gutter water in the entire day; baselessly defending your theory that the male of the house; should extract every iota of nutrition to work; instead,

You might pay a deaf ear to her traumatized wails in her times of uncompromising duress; dismissing her to be entirely inconsequential and a piece of frigid shit; when compared to your swanky office interiors and computer files,

You might incarcerate her in fetid chains within the dustbins of your house; ruthlessly trading her flesh for a stupid wad of currency notes; that you could splurge on your champagne’s and designer perfumes; instead,

You might morbidly silence her with your mordantly ferocious voice; saying that her rhythmically soft whispers were like dead rat squeals; infront of your dynamically blazing countenance,

You might grotesquely mimic her priceless sensitivity; having an untamed guffaw soon thereafter; with your senseless compatriots on the politicians desk,

You might torturously use her as only a silken ornament for your every night; disposing her into oceans of avenging acid with nonchalant phlegmatism; as the first beams of Sun crept up in the sky,

You might wholeheartedly ridicule her bountiful compassion for humanity; the unsurpassable entrenchment of effeminate sensuousness that she left; on every trail that she haplessly wandered,

You might consider her vividly heavenly form to be an unsolicited burden on the trajectory of this globe; menacingly envisaging to use her live bones; embedded
in the foundations of your sinister corporate office; instead,

You might perpetually grant her the status of a maid-servant in your opulent castle; proudly telling the world as to how faithfully she licked that extra iota of grime on your boots; so that you always shimmered like a prince; every unfurling
minute of the day,

You might salaciously close even the most diminutive element of her breath; thrusting your 10 ton form directly on her immaculate face; just because the
ground beside you had no grass to sit,

You might ludicrously betray her of every shade of love in her impoverished life; tyrannically torching her divinely chest; just because the beats of her heart proved a trifle too loud for your nocturnal slumber,

And do you want O! Devilish Man; demonstrate your cannibalistically chauvinistic manpower to every single female on earth if you so choose; but remember that you in the first place weren’t born from invisible air;

It was female’s Omnipotent womb that bore you; it was a female’s Omnipotent womb that harnessed your every breath; it was a female’s Omnipotent womb that
selflessly gave all its blood to evolve your fantastic brain; infact it was that very female’s Omnipotent womb; which gave you the power to desire; create; and
what you sinfully wanted to devastate; today.

The fathomless skies; unendingly inspired me to ‘Fantasize’; perceive an infinite kilometers beyond the realms of the extraordinary; into the most enigmatically tantalizing entrenchment of the inexplicably unknown,

The unabashed tree leaves; inexhaustibly inspired me to ‘Dance’; shrug even the most infinitesimal ounce of apprehension entrapped in my frazzled veins; and then to exude in unparalleled ebullience with the vivacious breeze,

The spell binding dew-drops; indefatigably inspired me to ‘Aspire’; unstoppably quench the most languidly incarcerated arenas of my soul; with the royal richness of sacredly replenishing mother nature,

The virgin seashores; unrelentingly inspired me to ‘Gallop’; let the miraculously tangy froth of the ravishingly unfettered ocean poignantly strike me on my bare chest; thereby curing me of the most disastrously incurable of my disease,

The unassailable Sun; undyingly inspired me to ‘Conquer’; forever trounce the most ghastliest shade of devil on this boundless planet; with the scepter of intrinsic righteousness in my bountifully blessed
soul,

The majestic grass blades; uncontrollably inspired me to ‘Siesta’; relax even the most unsurpassably agitated of my senses and soul; upon the compassionately magical cushion of divinely mother nature,

The unflinching Moonlight; inevitably inspired me to ‘Romance’; perennially intertwine even the most intricate of my wandering senses; with the undauntedly silken princess of my dreams,

The ecstatic Rainbow; unceasingly inspired me to ‘Unite’; transcend above each idiosyncrasy of caste; creed; religion and color on this unlimited Universe; to perpetually bond every organism alive into the
threads of insuperable humanity,

The voluptuous clouds; timelessly inspired me to ‘Evolve’; uninterruptedly discover an infinite more infallible new shades to my very ownself; and then to sweep over the miserably estranged world today; with a storm of unprecedented love,

The bewildering midnight blackness; unlimitedly inspired me to ‘Procreate’; impregnate the seeds of my magnetically virile creation; to further proliferate into a brand new and innocuously sparkling human-race,

The sensuous waterfalls; untiringly inspired me to ‘Purify’; profoundly annihilate even the most obsolete insinuations of negativity lingering in my persona; with the most Omnipotent rejuvenating elixir of life,

The resplendent starts; limitlessly inspired me to ‘Adventure’; deciphering countless bits of happiness from the chapters of inscrutable life; in the horizons of wondrously twinkling existence,

The fearless mountains; eternally inspired me to ‘Protect’; sequester each of those hapless infirm; debilitated and helpless; into the amiable fronds of warmth in my philanthropic chest,

The scintillating deserts; doggedly inspired me to ‘Persevere’; uncomplainingly run for a boundless kilometers under the acrimonious mid-day; in my search for the ultimate heavens of truth and symbiotic
justice,

The exuberant sea-waves; interminably inspired me to ‘Sketch’; the innumerable ebbs and tides; the countless shades of existence; in the terrestrial drama of man and effulgent life,

The mystically pristine roots; unboundedly inspired me to
‘Retrospect’; fervently delve into even the most evanescent thread of my past; trace my ancestral rudiments to an infinite years before my very first breath,

The refreshingly unbridled wind; everlastingly inspired me to ‘Philosophize’; co-relate the sermons of everyday pragmatic life; to the tunes; cadence and unfathomable energy of the triumphant atmosphere,

The jubilant horizons; unremittingly inspired me to ‘Love’; dedicate every beat of my heart to the immortal fabric of humanity and
priceless mankind; till the very last breath of my inevitably truncated life,

And it was the Omnisciently unconquerable God who inspired me to forever be a ‘Poet’; perpetually appreciate each of his unimaginably beautiful creations as above; and then ubiquitously disseminate their
beauty through the power of the ever-pervading and mightily written; poetic verse.

It really doesn’t matter if we kept awake all night; admired the stars till the last beam of moonlight,

It really doesn’t matter if we rubbed squalid tomato’s on our uniforms; winked at each other in the classroom,

It really doesn’t matter if we drove the car at full speeds; forgetting completely to stop at traffic intersections,

It really doesn’t matter if we pummeled the walls; screamed at the top of our voices when we actually had to loads of homework,

It really doesn’t matter if we hurled eggs at people on the street; blurted a volley of indiscriminate slang at those trying to control us,

It really doesn’t matter if we swam on dolphins in the sea; splashing tones of froth on the ships passing by,

It really doesn’t matter if we counted the notes wrong; tore the shopping list into pieces before actually purchasing it,

It really doesn’t matter if we bathed in pure ice-cream; didn’t wipe our face for
hours on the trot,

It really doesn’t matter if we stared at the walls; sat lazily swapping flies even in brilliant afternoon,

It really doesn’t matter if we shaved of our scalp; danced in a pool of scarlet jelly with the clouds coming in,

It really doesn’t matter if we dug the earth; rubbed worms traversing under the soil on our cheeks,

It really doesn’t matter if we slapped the postman hard; then tried hard to suppress our giggles as he ran at us full speed; with his stick,

It really doesn’t matter if we drank a bottle full of whisky; flirted around dreamily on the busy streets,

It really doesn’t matter if we took out our tongues; scowled at our neighbors for not allowing us to play,

It really doesn’t matter if we left a battalion of red ant; to roam freely beneath our teachers desk,

It really doesn’t matter if we didn’t brush our teeth; ran on the roads with our night clothes on,

It really doesn’t matter if we caught crabs on the beach; instead of attending formal parties with our parents,

It really doesn’t matter if we didn’t sit for a moment; kept fidgeting around; once in a while sipping cola and food,

It really doesn’t matter if we pinched our sister; teased her as she tried to learn the
bicycle,

It really doesn’t matter if we set on to conquer Mount Everest; without even equipping ourselves with a single coat,

It really doesn’t matter if we ate our breads burnt gruesomely black; wore our
shoes without embroidered socks,

It really doesn’t matter if we dreamt wildly even in commercial meetings; said i Love you; when the man sitting opposite was questioning us about our yearly income tax,

It really doesn’t matter if we played pranks with our aunt; presenting her with a balloon that burst into infinite pieces; instead of a chocolate cake on her birthday,

It really doesn’t matter if we spoke lies to save our skins; scampered at electric speeds at the mention of studies,

It really doesn’t really matter if we didn’t wash our hands; tore apart raw chunks of fruit with our uncivilized teeth,

It really doesn’t matter if we didn’t comb our hair; grew a beard as long as the elephants trunk,

And it really doesn’t matter if we lived life at ease; basking in the glory of every moment to unleash,

As we were so young now; floating on the island of pure ecstasy; and had a thousand tomorrow’s left; to really make it matter.

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t astoundingly conquer; catapult to the ultimate summits of victory since the very first cry of mesmerizing birth,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t alleviate all miserably dithering and traumatized humanity; with your spell bindingly Omniscient touch,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t remove even the most inconspicuous ingredient of dirt from the complexion of this enchanting planet; made it bereft of all manipulation in the tenure of your destined lifetime,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t ubiquitously rule like an unassailable king; unfathomably transcending above the realms of eternally gratifying prosperity for centuries immemorial,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t parade like the ultimate of gods every dawn; smilingly confronting even the most ghastliest of impediment that dared come your way,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t sing as melodiously as the voluptuous crested nightingale; majestically pacifying even the most truculently lambasted destitute; with the Omnipotent ardor in your rejuvenating voice,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t tower like an unsurpassably inimitable mountain; sequestering every innocent life alike; in the compassionate warmth of
your magnanimously bestowing belly,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t fulminate into sparkling freshness every unfurling minute of the night and day; pathetically dribbled into painstakingly obnoxious perspiration instead,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t smell like the insurmountably unending garden of scarlet rose; becoming the eternally everlasting enchantment of every; bizarrely famished eye,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t gyrate every bone of your countenance to the beats of vivaciously resplendent nature; chose to solitarily fret in the corridors of your disconcerting study room instead,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t emulate every personality you met with incredulous dexterity; fomented hordes of orphaned children to break out into unstoppable
laughter; with the unparalleled charisma in your personality,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t dress like an aristocratic prince each morning; lugubriously trespassed the squalidly empty streets enveloped in disdainfully tottered rags instead,

Doesn’t matte if you didn’t philander in the most swankiest of mercedes; stupefying every entity you transgressed with the sanctimonious superfluous river of your extraordinarily overwhelming wealth,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t unequivocally reveal the inner most of your emotions; amiably blending your heart and soul with every fraternity of humanity; alike,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t descend barechested upon the indiscriminately cold-blooded battlefield; magnificently displayed your flamboyantly sizzling heroics to all nubile maidens watching fervently in vicinity,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t program every cranny of your brain to astronomical ingeniousness; evolve into a commendable festoon of versatile discovery as each
instant unleashed into a wholesome minute,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t float like a tantalizingly raunchy seductress; alluring even the most asphyxiatingly alien in your gorgeously magnetic swirl,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t radiate shades of perennially robust crimson from your impeccable cheeks; blossoming into an entrenchment of celestial health; even as the most acrimoniously treacherous winds swept you like insipid matchsticks from your
feet,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t sink in duly revered obeisance at every idol of clay that you encountered in your way; supernaturally believing that every shape embossed in soil was the Omnipotently sacrosanct portrait of Almighty God,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t breathe untamed passion from your nostrils; igniting even the most drearily lackadaisical speck of the atmosphere; with the Herculean tenacity in your tireless stride,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t act according to the wishes of the conventionally sardonic society; paving a path of scintillating righteousness on your very own,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t enshroud every iota of your immaculate conscience with the infernos of unshakable truth; inadvertently erred umpteenth number of times in
a single day; instead,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t function like robotic machine all throughout your life; at times entirely yielding to even the most silliest of emotions that confronted you in your way,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t deliver aristocratic speeches everytime you spoke; irrefutably agglutinating the populace of this gigantic planet towards the ingratiating passion in your blessed aura,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t transit back into realms of innocuous childhood every now and again; shrugging penalizingly nonchalant monotony forever away from
even the most remote of your shadows,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t erect palaces of perpetually shimmering gold and silver on every path that you tread; existed in a rudimentary hutment inhabited by gory crabs; the whole of your life instead,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t know the holistic mantra to wade away all diabolical evil; bountifully consecrate every leaf of this savagely anguished planet with the symbiotically heavenly tonic of humanity,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t march audaciously ahead; not even faltering the slightest; even as torturous hell rained indefatigably rained from the sky outside,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t artistically inundate every patch of the barren canvas with poignant traces of vibrantly unending imagery; inhale every draught of a wind as an embellished artist the every second of your life,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t shrewdly manipulate the pros and cons of everything on this Universe before attempting it; impulsively plunged into the valley of desire at the most subtle insinuation of your soul,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t keep studying till the very last moment of your life; proudly inundating the dormitories of your cupboard as well as the lap of your parents; with an insurmountable reservoir of degrees and gold medals,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t prolifically burgeon into a paradise of passionate sensitivity; euphorically absorbing and reacting to even the most parsimonious
of vacillations in the atmosphere,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t tenaciously swim against the stormy waves of the undulating ocean; fetch the garland of pristine pearls from the rock bottom within
a single wink of the eye and wholesomely blindfolded,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t incessantly shower the blessings of jubilant happiness upon all organisms on this gargantuan planet; deluge every perniciously bereaved heart with the elixir of vibrantly vivid life,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t synergistically interact with countless elements of the world outside; spent your life in the entrenchment of brazenly self-conceived fantasy; instead,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t sleep all ravishingly titillating night; incorrigibly preferred to doze under brilliant beams of sunlight and when the globe functioned to Herculean capacity outside; instead,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t walk barefoot towards the epitome of the scintillating mountain; when all your other counterparts preferred to reach the same in
the royal aircraft; instead,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t salute the sky; the grave; the different religions on this bountiful planet; but chose to be the harbinger of fathomlessly fascinating mankind till the time you lived; instead,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t bathe under the artificially simmering taps; but profusely drenched every pore of your trembling body under the primordial waterfalls of glorious nature; instead,

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t agree with the philosophies of any entity on this colossal planet; endlessly kept worshipping the cradle of unbreakable humanity; instead,

But it does definitely matter if you didn’t uninhibitedly unveil the chords of your passionately thundering heart; it does definitely matter if you took birth alone and died alone on this planet; it does definitely matter if you didn’t proliferate God’s
chapter of sacred creation; it does definitely matter if you didn’t romance with the magical sensuousness of creation all your life; O! yes it does definitely matter if you didn’t fall into the valley of immortal love.

Preposterously stinking politics; unsurpassable civilizations disastrously confounded with the indescribably sordid devil of heinous corruption,

Obnoxiously abhorrent dirt; countless orphaned without even a leaf to cover their shivering skins; while their rich counterparts triumphantly danced in palaces superfluously overflowing with silk and ecstatic gold,

Baselessly derogatory lies; unfathomable numbers of innocent organisms being devoured like pieces of infinitesimally threadbare shit; by diabolical maelstroms of manipulation,

Mercilessly alien ruthlessness; with even the most capricious iota of celestial empathy being replaced by tirelessly indiscriminating bloodshed and barbaric massacre,

Is this why Almighty Lord had created us so bountifully; magnanimously blessed us with two sacredly heavenly eyes; an enchantingly blissful festoon of vibrant eyelashes; that ebulliently danced till the very end of our time?

1.

Intransigently hovering parasites; unsparingly sucking even after the last droplet of blood had exhausted in the impeccably snoring child,

Ominously truculent dictatorship; where black demons uncouthly chopped hands and feet into a boundless pieces; at even the most inadvertently harmless of
their mistakes,

Gorily disparaging darkness; where baseless powerhouses profoundly enlightened their own spacecrafts; shutting the last dormitories of hope and optimistic light for the deprived,

Sanctimoniously sleazy hierarchy; venomously forcing the true artist to shed tears of penalizing blood over his unassailably divine masterpieces; as the already established greats indefatigably shot him into the aisles of remorseful nothingness,

Is this why Almighty Lord had created us so resplendently; Omnisciently blessed us with two perfectly robust arms; and majestically eclectic fingers raring to vivaciously splash the dolorous atmosphere with colors of astounding existence?

2.

Treacherously unforgiving raunchiness; where even sacrosanct mothers bawdily traded their flesh; for just a few trash wads of crinkled paper; with monotonous numerals galore,

Salaciously lethal robberies; where even the most overpoweringly opulent truculently snatched away indispensable morsels of food; from the already shattered plates of the bizarrely deprived,

Deliberately languid unconsciousness; although the atmosphere ubiquitously brimmed with euphorically exhilarating and jubilant activity,

Invidiously acrimonious morbidity; with people not even allowing the tragically departed; a mercurial iota of space to be buried in their very own patriotically heavenly soil,

Is this why Almighty Lord had created us so ingratiatingly; Omnipotently blessing us with two tenaciously resilient legs; with a pricelessly regale shadow unflinchingly following us; all flamboyant day and compassionate night?

3.

Disastrously crippling unemployment; with ostentatiously pompous cigarette smoke; impious slang and unfathomably endless oceans of wine; meaninglessly
massacring the innocently illiterate,

Ignominiously squelching poverty; with innumerable immaculate infants mushrooming up on treacherously livid gutter water; instead of beautifully privileged
mother’s milk,

Satanically slitting apart each other’s throats; as even those related by blood brutally fought every unfurling moment of their lives; in the spuriously nonchalant and worthless rat race; to be the best,

Vindictively adulterating environment; with even the most pragmatically educated; heinously perpetuating the celestial air with atom bombs and nuclear gas; sowing the seeds of dreadfully prejudiced war wherever there was immortal love,

Is this why Almighty Lord had created us so bloomingly; invincibly blessing us with two pairs of charismatically crimson lips; and a fantastically unsurpassable brain which even the most contemporary of computers; miserably dithered to emulate.

Is there any point in growing grass which Is black; when we know that the blades sprouting from soil are always parrot green,

Is there any point in trying to move the colossal mountain barehanded; when we
know its unlikely to budge a single inch,

Is there any point in preventing the scalp hair from growing; when we know that they are inevitably going to crop up despite the most intractable of resistance,

Is there any point in trying to walk upside down; when we know that the aching
feet will take over in a short time,

Is there any point in trying to drive the car on mineral water; when we know that all it requires is golden gasoline,

Is there any point in trying to embed the sun forever in the sky; when we know that nightfall is stealthily encroaching,

Is there any point in trying to grow an odorless rose; when we know that the
petals have always emanated a mesmerizing aroma,

Is there any point in trying to emboss script on paper with a stick of raw stone; when we know that its impossible to write without a pen,

Is there any point in trying to swim against ferocious waves of the ocean; when we know they will fling us violently on the sandy shores,

Is there any point shouting vociferously in the underground dungeons; when we
know the echoes would remain confined to the stolid walls,

Is there any point in trying to remain always young; when we know that the
curse of old age prevails ubiquitously,

Is there any point in fighting the ominous crocodile bereft of a weapon; when we know the beast would snap us into minuscule fragments with its gigantic teeth,

Is there ant point trying to remain dry in the pelting rain; when we know that
the water would inexorably drench us from head to toe,

Is there any point in preventing the gutters from emanating a fetid smell;
when we know they are impregnated with the most obnoxious of sewage,

Is there any point trying to fly a kite in an ambience divested of air; when we know that it would miserably flounder to hoist from the ground,

Is there any point in trying to trying to extract milk from a hostile vulture; when we know that it is indeed the sacrosanct cow which delivers the same,

Is there any point in trying to stand on naked electricity and yet wishing to stay alive; when we know that it would definitely cause instant electrocution,

Is there any point in transgressing the scorching deserts on a handsome horse; when we know that the only animal which can survive is the hunch backed camel,

Is there any point in trying to deprive ourselves of eternal love; when we know that our heart throbs rampantly witnessing the person we love,

Is there any point in trying to resist death; when we know that it is as essential as living a hundred years,

And is there any point challenging the Almighty; when we know he reigns supreme over all technology man has imagined; or he can ever try and create.

I am relentlessly asphyxiating in a world of derogatorily stinking politics; with sinfully dastard manipulation invidiously creeping like an inevitable parasite; into the poignantly fresh blood of my veins. Is anybody Listening?

I am being ruthlessly stabbed by preposterously banal maelstroms of boredom; with the gutter of bizarrely unending corruption; transforming me into a hapless eunuch; although I was born as blazing as the Omnipotently blistering Sun. Is anybody Listening?

I am feeling like a frigidly inconspicuous mendicant of gruesome shit; in the atmosphere adulterated with venomous cigarette smoke and heinously vicious dust
outside. Is anybody Listening?

I am penuriously depleted of even the most ethereally infinitesimal of my desires; as brutally tyrannical savagery and crime incessantly kept excoriating; priceless life around. Is anybody Listening?

I am vindictively stagnating even in the most opulently garnished of castles; as every stone on which its foundation lay was devilishly erected on innocuously pristine blood. Is anybody Listening?

I am uncouthly reeling under conventionally chauvinistic malpractices; with macabre demons indiscriminately trampling over my nimble form; to transcend beyond the skies of fathomlessly ultimate success. Is anybody Listening?

I am hedonistically drowning under the waters of blatantly maladroit lies and insane perfidiousness; with absolutely none on this earth today radiating a philanthropically truthful smile. Is anybody Listening?

I am squirming intransigently on diabolically shivering ground; with my naked skin being satanically lambasted by cleavers of barbaric corruption. Is anybody Listening?

I am experiencing each unraveling instant of priceless life through the eyes of an insane lunatic; with the germs of cold-blooded communalism being abjectly perpetuate into every cranny of my impoverished soul. Is anybody Listening?

I am worthlessly wasting precociously innovative moments of my life staring meaninglessly at the abysmal skies; as the chains of indigently ostracizing
unemployment strangulated one and all alike on this colossal planet today. Is anybody Listening?

I am helplessly slavering on unlimited trash cans of orphaned garbage; frantically searching for those quintessential droplets of compassionate empathy; in eyes which had become sadistically estranged and dried. Is anybody Listening?

I am inexplicably deteriorating like a diminutively extinguishing matchstick on lackadaisical soil; circumscribed and uxoriously castrated by the bawdiness of spurious religion today. Is anybody Listening?

I am inexhaustibly begging on the acrimoniously wastrel streets; fervently waiting for those symbiotically unconquerable bonds of brotherhood which had so pathetically diminished from the planet today. Is anybody Listening?

I am being obnoxiously blown like a molecule of besmirched dust; by powerhouses of wealth; wine; vixen and rapaciously decrepit greed. Is anybody Listening?

I am being subjected to the most horrifically apocalypses even under brilliantly fearless sunshine; as man roasted another of his blissfully harmonious kind; for just parsimonious wads of tawdry currency coin. Is anybody Listening?

I am being truculently marred by iconoclastically debasing debauchery from every conceivable end on this gigantic planet; disdainfully stuttering towards ominously flagrant dereliction on every prejudiced step that I transgressed. Is anybody Listening?

I am fraught with unceasingly maiming anxiety; with the dreadfully ungainly monotony of threadbarely pulverizing office paralyzing every ounce of exhilaration in my bones. Is anybody Listening?

I am uncontrollably weeping beside the unfortunate graves of my parents and kin; with raw blood dribbling from my eyes as I reminisced the ghastly mob who
torched them alive in the name of religious fanaticism and martyrdom. Is anybody Listening?

And I am exhaling the very last puffs of breath in my life; as the girl to whom I had immortally dedicated every beat of my passionately thundering heart; left me forever for a man who had a coin extra in his pocket than mine. Is anybody Listening?

When the extraordinarily rich and bombastic slept in the afternoon; they called it relaxation of the most unprecedentedly blissful degree,
While when the same was done by a diminutively estranged beggar; the so called conventionally correct society; termed it as dastardly unemployment.

When the unimaginably rich and pretentious guzzled poignantly scarlet wine; they called it majestically untamed and compassionate aristocracy,
While when the same was done by a remorsefully collapsing beggar; the so called austerely conventional society; termed it as deliriously devastating drunkenness.

When the unfathomably rich and handsome shot innocent deer in the forest; they called it insatiably exhilarating and intrepid adventure,
While when the same was done by a pathetically bedraggled beggar; the so called stringently conventional society; termed it as cannibalistically unforgivable crime.

When the limitlessly rich and luxurious hurled a volley of indiscriminate invectives in blissfully open space; they called it the definition of unparalleled superiority,
While when the same was done by an infinitesimally slavering beggar; the so called devoutly conventional society; termed it as a gutter of unceremoniously
uncivilized trash.

When the unsurpassably rich and glittering put an impression of their thumb on spotlessly barren paper; they called it legacy at its unbelievably supreme best,
While when the same was done by the preposterously teetering beggar; the so called dogmatically conventional society; termed it as the worthlessly salacious pigstalk of treacherous illiteracy.

When the endlessly rich and powerful titillated themselves with tawdrily nubile vixen; they called it a mountain of insuperably gargantuan desire,
While when the same was done by the diminutively perspiring beggar; the so called legitimately conventional society; termed it as rapaciously ribald rape and debauchery of the highest decree.

When the inexorably rich and dictatorial produced a battalion of children of their own; they called it the law of astoundingly unstoppable proliferation at its ageless best,
While when the same was done by the miserably tearstained and hapless beggar; the so called staunchly conventional society; termed it as the jinx of devilishly merciless population explosion.

When the staggeringly rich and superfluous flirted as if mischievous young children; they called it the most celestially blessed culmination of the immaculately
unassailable divine,
While when the same was done by the jaggedly disheveled beggar; the so called perspicaciously conventional society; termed it as insanely unsolicited balderdash.

And when the boundlessly rich and princely inhaled quintessentially emollient air every unfurling instant; they called it the ultimate mantra of symbiotically philanthropic existence,
While when the same was done by the obliviously decaying beggar; the so called irrevocably conventional society; termed it as a parasitically intolerable and cold-bloodedly murderous burden on the trajectory of immortal mother earth.