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Don’t try to ruthlessly imprison her majestic eyes; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally ooze uninhibited rivulets of insurmountably ecstatic and bountiful empathy; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to baselessly imprison her poignant lips; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally fulminate into a festoon of compassionately eternal and vibrant smiles; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to derogatorily imprison her bountiful cheeks; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally twinkle into an astoundingly effulgent and fructifying camaraderie; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to maliciously imprison her spell binding eyelids; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally flutter into an unfathomable gorge of irrefutable adulation; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to abhorrently imprison her unflinching footsteps; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally advance like avalanches of unfettered and unconquerable passion; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to truculently imprison her sensuous shadow; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally grope like an eternally silken and nubile princess; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to diabolically imprison her harmonious thoughts; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally tower like the clouds of mesmerizing and supreme timelessness; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to perniciously imprison her regale smiles; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally flow in a river of impregnable and priceless solidarity; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to disastrously imprison her altruistic identity; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally blaze into a fathomless sky of Omnipotent and everlasting shine; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to hedonistically imprison her mellifluous voice; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally sing an unsurpassable entrenchment of amiably bonding and effervescent rhyme; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to savagely imprison her ecstatic sweat; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally exude into a fountain of fantastic and enigmatic vivaciousness; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to bizarrely imprison her heavenly fingers; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally grope into whirlwinds of uncontrollably untamed and implacable passion; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to satanically imprison her egalitarian neck; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally attune itself towards a fortress of invincibly magnificent and fearless solidarity; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to treacherously imprison her ravishing senses; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally cavort ebulliently and in insatiable energy; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to hedonistically imprison her impeccable conscience; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally spawn into a sky of euphorically triumphant and blessed righteousness; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to salaciously imprison her unparalleled exuberance; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally evolve into an incomprehensibly gorgeous reservoir of victorious exultation; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to brutally imprison her unequivocal freedom; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally bounce in every construable and panoramically exotic direction; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to dictatorially imprison her celestial breath; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally waft till times beyond infinite infinity and tirelessly; solely for you instead,

Don’t try to devilishly imprison her unblemished pristinity; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally yearn and sizzle in royally intransigent desire; solely for you instead,

And don’t try to chauvinistically imprison her immortal heart; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally liberate and endlessly throb; solely for you instead.

Don’t waste your time in spuriously washing your clothes; scrubbing the surplus dirt adhering to your fingers for hours on the trot,
For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in vigorously shampooing your hair; applying sandalwood balm all across your fatigued body,
For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in evacuating out the last chunk of dirt imprisoned in the house; dismantling the mountain of obnoxious cobwebs suspended solitarily from the ceiling,
For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in polishing your shoes till they brilliantly shone; commanding the poor slave every instant to annihilate even the faintest trace of your footprints,
For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in soaking the table covers in stringent antiseptic; brushing your apron for indefatigable weeks to suck the non existent odor,
For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in consulting the most prominent of skin specialists; gobbling a battalion of potent vitamins to impart your skin with that immortal glow; you kept dreaming off all night and day,
For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in rubbing your tongue tenaciously with the serrated stick for marathon minutes at dawn; profusely spraying mammoth bottles of scent into the corridors of your mouth,
For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in sprinkling bucket full of water to make the windows of your house shine; sucking the dainty river of its precious liquid in order to make your dwelling a darling to sight,
For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in plucking out the filth between your teeth using the most delectable of ivory toothpick; inundating your armpits with tantalizing perfume every time you wanted to impress upon the woman of your dreams,
For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in vehemently brushing the roads which led to the temple; licking every step that led to the idol of the Omniscient Creator; for in the first place you’d never be successful; as there was not one path; but irrefutably every lane you tread on; led to the Almighty Lord,
And indeed if you really had the urge to please God; clean something; then first and foremost clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t just repeat POVERTY tirelessly and then feel remorseful; pathetically nodding your head; as if the most unassailable messiah of bereaved humanity,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then vanquish it forever from its very non-existent roots; and from even the most infinitesimal corner of the pompously rigid society.

Don’t just spell POVERTY incessantly and then feel regretful; lugubriously crossing your fingers; as if all mercy had wholesomely disappeared from the trajectory of this colossal planet,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then unflinchingly surge forward to scrap even the most inconspicuous of its essence from this fathomless Universe; philanthropically mitigate all organism alive from its devastating stranglehold.

Don’t just visualize POVERTY indefatigably and then feel destroyed; uncontrollably wailing like a scarecrow umpteenth number of times in a single minute,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then extricate it for times immemorial with the sparkling righteousness in your soul; enveloping even the most fugitively capricious speck of this globe with a wave of eternally resplendent compassion.

Don’t just witness POVERTY intransigently and then feel gruesomely assassinated; nonchalantly sniffing your nose towards the heavens to put the entire blame upon Lord Almighty,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then behead it for infinite more births yet to unveil with the religion of humanity enshrouding your conscience; ubiquitously disseminate your happiness to all those unfortunately hapless and deprived.

Don’t just whisper POVERTY unrelentingly and then feel like threadbare shit; abominably puking out even the last morsel of food from your languidly churning
stomach,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then drive it away with the Omnisciently sacrosanct shadow of truth; ingratiatingly share the woes and overwhelming trauma of your counterparts and alien; beautifully alike.

Don’t just memorize the spelling of POVERTY incorrigibly to appear for the examinations; and then feel like an infinitesimally sinful debris of ghoulish insanity,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then perpetually substitute it with benign love and care; inundating each arena of this insurmountably gigantic Universe with an ocean of celestially humanitarian empathy.

Don’t just reminisce POVERTY insatiably and then feel exonerated; collapsing like a frigid matchstick towards obdurate ground; with your head timidly sunk like a dastardly rat between your legs,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then patriotically blaze ahead in the truly scintillating spirit of mankind; diffusing the melody of symbiotic existence on every step that you holistically transgressed.

Don’t just cry POVERTY endlessly and then feel like the demons rotting in coffins of crucified hell; eventually dissolving like a chunk of soggy pulp into your own disappearing shadow,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then hoist every uncouthly trembling entity upon your splendidly benevolent shoulders; Omnipotently enveloping the every trace of coldblooded savagery with the ointment of passionate love.

And don’t just write POVERTY timelessly and then feel like the most hapless livid entity alive; trying to mercilessly chop your own foot when infact there wasn’t the slightest trace of axe around,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then replenish its penuriously castigating grave with an unfathomable river of love; enlightening the life of every despicably beleaguered human with the rays of Godly mankind.

Don’t you want to prosper in life; reach the zenith of astronomical success in the moments that you were destined to holistically exist?
Don’t you want to gallop in untamed exhilaration towards the sky; enshroud every cranny of your disastrously bedraggled persona; with winds of exhilarated happiness?
Don’t you want to float relentlessly in a land of dreams; fantasize about the most unprecedentedly beautiful lingering on this planet; with every breath that you mystically exhaled?
Don’t you want to blossom in the aisles of unfathomable desire; march on the lanes of irrefutable triumph; till times beyond eternity?
Well if your answer is NO; then please coalesce immediately with inconspicuously heinous winds of diabolical hell; and if you nodded YES; then immortal love is the bird that’ll take you there; and perpetually ensure that you robustly flied.

Don’t you want to bask in the glory of uninhibited freedom; unequivocally evolving your own new paths in life?
Don’t you want to survive as the most opulent entity alive; disseminating the invincible essence of truth; humanity; and brotherhood to the most remotest corner
of this boundlessly mesmerizing Universe?
Don’t you want to be insatiably possessed by people you astoundingly adored; rejoice impeccable moments of your wonderfully bountiful childhood once again?
Don’t you want to seductively philander in the stupendously resplendent glory of the marvelous night; kiss the immaculate stars as you surreally trespassed by?
Well if your answer is NO; then please transpose immediately with pathetically blood-sucking parasites in satanic hell; and if you nodded YES; then immortal love is the wave that’ll take you there; and perpetually ensure that you incredulously smiled.

Don’t you want to leave your mark upon this fathomless earth; while you splendidly existed in supremely symbiotic harmony with nature’s glamorous treasures?
Don’t you want to proliferate countless of your very own; witness your progeny blossom with your poignantly scarlet blood incarcerated in their veins?
Don’t you want to sparkle in the full fervor of compassionate existence; walk shoulder to shoulder with your philanthropic mates in happiness; as well as inexplicable pain?
Don’t you want to wholeheartedly transcend the boundaries of infinite infinity; pluck your unfathomable repertoire of benign desires; from royal blue carpets of
blissful sky?
Well if your answer is NO; then please sink immediately in realms of treacherously invidious hell; and if you nodded YES; then immortal love is the cloud that’ll take you there; and perpetually ensure that you were blessed with all your wishes in
flash seconds of time.

Don’t you want to drown in a garden of enchanting roses for times immemorial; majestically replenishing every iota of your dwindling senses with heavenly scent and the overwhelming scent of humanity?
Don’t you want to incessantly pour out the inner most recesses of your estranged soul; inundating the celestial atmosphere with the profusely passionate artistry in your integral sound?
Don’t you want to impregnably face every obstacle that dared come your way; unflinchingly confronting the most mightiest of battles viciously trying to asphyxiate all your ambition?
Don’t you want to live life to its unsurpassably fullest capacity; coining an intriguingly fabulous chapter of new existence; on every brilliantly intrepid step that you tread?
Well if you answer is NO; then please consume immediately the acrimonious thorns of ghastly hell; and if you passionately nodded YES; then immortal love is the only messiah that’ll take you there; perpetually ensure that you lived sacred life; even after veritable death.

If you sighted my shadow; which had nonchalantly formed under sweltering rays of sunlight,
Then you’d come to know how tumultuously it wavered; the insatiable longing in its contours to trespass past your stupendous grace.

If you glimpsed my lips; which glistened incredulously into vivacious shades of lotus pink,
Then you’d come to know how solitary they were; the unprecedented urge in them to kiss your divinely name.

If you heard my voice; which rose and fell with an uncanny mysticism in the perpetually still air,
Then you’d come to know how hopeless it was; how much it wanted you by its side; searching for you frantically in the fathomless wilderness.

If you felt my tears; which trickled down all day and night through my cheeks,
Then you’d come to know how lifeless they were; the overwhelming desire in them to occupy an immortal position beside your tinkling feet.

If you caressed my skin; which resembled a frigidly lackluster ashen white,
Then you’d come to know how freezing it was; how much it longed for your company; to trigger it vehemently into astronomical loads of compassionate warmth.

If you stood beside my breath; which morbidly cascaded down my nostrils;
Then you’d come to know how lackadaisical it was; the thunderously volatile intensity lingering in it; to drift down your fabulous nape.

If you ran your fingers through my scalp; which pathetically slept even under a wave of unimaginably blistering heat that encompassed it from all sides,
Then you’d come to know how much it wanted to be majestically massaged; the unsurpassable agony in it to be kissed by your heavenly form.

If you peered deep down into my eyes; which had lost their ability to see; even though they were blissfully alive,
Then you’d come to know how much they were clouded with inexplicable sadness; how inexorably they missed you and craved for you to whisper and dream by their
side.

And if you listened to my heart; which uncontrollably palpitated without the tiniest of respite; whether I walked or lazily slept on the star studded night,
Then you’d come to know how much it remembered you every unleashing second; the invincible tenacity pounding upon it to imprison you forever; in each of
its everlasting beats.

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start optimistically illuminating every drearily lambasted arena of today’s sinful night; with the boundless fire of fearlessness in each of your ever-pervadingly altruistic footsteps,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start brilliantly illuminating every miserably asphyxiated cavern of today’s dolorous night; with the untamed fire of timelessly unbridled creativity in your brain,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start indefatigably illuminating every lugubriously crippled ingredient of today’s sordid night; with the uncurbed fire of miraculously ameliorating artistry in each of your resplendent fingers,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start interminably illuminating every wretchedly shriveled leaf of today’s ribald night; with the unsurpassable fire of everlastingly astounding virility in each of your bones,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start inexorably illuminating every tawdrily deteriorating element of today’s salacious night; with the invincible fire of eternal truth in your benign conscience,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start unstoppably illuminating every ghastily reproachful twig of today’s unpardonable night; with the undefeated fire of inimitably priceless symbiotism in each of your blessed veins,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start impregnably illuminating every hideously perverted cranny of today’s imperiling night; with the unshakable fire of effulgently resurgent enthusiasm in every naked patch of your eyes,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start incessantly illuminating every treacherously demeaning shadow of today’s incarcerated night; with the unassailable fire of immeasurably bountiful sensuality; in each of your seductive eyelashes,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start unrelentingly illuminating every haplessly victimized labyrinth of today’s vengeful night; with the magical fire of ubiquitously peerless brotherhood; timelessly sparkling in each of your eye,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start tirelessly illuminating every vindictively tyrannized wind of today’s sacrilegious night; with the unconquerable fire of bounteous compassion; in every word that you truthfully spoke,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start triumphantly illuminating every hedonistically slavering pebble of today’s profane night; with the unlimited fire of victoriously unfettered perseverance; in each droplet of your golden sweat,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start endlessly illuminating every deplorably divested coffin of today’s acrimonious night; with the untainted fire of pristinely innocuous mellifluousness; in each decibel of your magnanimous voice,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start unflinchingly illuminating every truculently devastated shred of today’s jinxed night; with the limitless fire of spell bindingly ecumenical humanity; in each of your benevolently silken shadow,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start optimistically illuminating every diabolically staggering mortuary of today’s pugnacious night; with the uninterrupted fire of impeccably divinely mischief; in each pore of your vivaciously nubile skin,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start intransigently illuminating every sadistically morose jailhouse of today’s demonic night; with the unceasing fire of perpetually uplifting freedom; in each of your poignantly blessed stride,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start fantastically illuminating every acridly incorrigible thorn of today’s preposterous night; with the Omnipotent fire of perennially undaunted simplicity; in each of your inevitably
humanitarian actions,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start indomitably illuminating every devilishly castrated whisper of today’s atrocious night; with the universal fire of unbreakably poignant belonging; in each of your enchantingly priceless heartbeat,

If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start insuperably illuminating every sacrilegiously demented graveyard of today’s licentious night; with the spell binding fire of effulgently Omnipresent breath; in each of your bounteously
titillating nostrils,

And if you didn’t want to wait till the next Sunrise; then start royally illuminating every carnivorously stabbing battlefield of the dastardly night; with the unimaginable fire of uninhibitedly God-gifted beauty; in each perennially fructifying transpiration of your soul.

If you dare to dream of catapulting to the unfathomable epitome of the mountain barefoot; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of a disastrously stumbling fall,

If you dare to dream of unflinchingly conquering the most thunderously roaring waves of the tumultuously stormy sea; then be also wholesomely prepared for
every tangible and intangible likelihood of drowning to the threadbare rock bottom,

If you dare to dream of eternally radiating the essence of impregnable truth; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of more than a billion lies truculently asphyxiating you,

If you dare to dream of indefatigably traversing fathomless kilometers on soil; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of belligerently ballistic thorns; perniciously permeating you at your every stride,

If you dare to dream of evolving a civilization of undefeatable newness every unfurling minute of your existence; then be also wholesomely prepared for every
tangible and intangible likelihood of treacherously maligned exhaustion sapping every ingredient of temerity in your brain,

If you dare to dream of unequivocally uniting the entire planet in the religion of ubiquitously symbiotic humanity; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of indiscriminately massacring fanaticism salaciously impeding you left; right and center,

If you dare to dream of entirely dedicating every unveiling instant of your life to inexhaustibly writing spell-binding poetry; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of pragmatically explicit reality orphaning you for the remainder of your life,

If you dare to dream of merrily frolicking in majestic white lightening; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of being scorched to threadbarely inane particles of obsolete dust,

If you dare to dream of fearlessly living in the mortuary yard all alone and bare-chested; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of sadistically sardonic ghosts imperiling your progress every now and again,

If you dare to dream of royally marching on the trajectory of the blazingly Golden Sun; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible
likelihood of being unsparingly burnt to the very last bone of your nimble spine,

If you dare to dream of incessantly singing like the triumphantly mellifluous nightingale; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible
likelihood of being viciously attacked by the discordantly croaking owls and frogs,

If you dare to dream of peerlessly existing an infinite feet beneath hard ground; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of facing the onslaught of horrendously maiming blackness and indescribably ignominious gloom,

If you dare to dream of singlehandedly brandishing your sword towards victory in the unsurpassably menacing battlefield; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of flagrantly castrated defeat staring right into the
whites of your eye,

If you dare to dream of metamorphosing every bit of impoverishedly dying desert into lush green meadows of perennially unparalleled happiness; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of licentiously slippery sand sinking you down towards your grave,

If you dare to dream of sketching everything on this colossal Universe till the end of your time; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of tears of untamed agony; welling ferociously up the dormitories of your soul,

If you dare to dream of relentlessly meditating the hymns of everlasting symbiotism every cascading breath of your life; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of libidinous diabolism sporadically perpetuating your mind and soul,

If you dare to dream of being the most righteously wealthiest organism on this boundless earth; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of dastardly prejudiced corruption crucifying you to the goriest thresholds of hell,

If you dare to dream of unstoppably marching towards the peaks of invincibly benign success; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of raunchily incarcerating sleep intermittently obfuscating your senses and eyes,

And if you dare to dream of timelessly falling in pricelessly perpetual love; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of lasciviously sodomizing betrayal; hurling you right back to the very point you had compassionately kissed and started.

You’re not just cutting the tree’s artistically
slender branches; but by doing so you’re infact
barbarously cutting the inimitably priceless hands of
triumphantly vivacious Mother Nature,

You’re not just plucking the tree’s gorgeously affable
leaves; but by doing so you’re infact torturously
plucking the unparalleled divine sensitivity; of
spellbindingly undefeated Mother Nature,

You’re not just indenting the tree’s poignantly
gregarious trunk; but by doing so you’re infact
sadistically indenting the unassailably jubilant
chastity of unbelievably proliferating Mother Nature,

You’re not just abusing the tree’s incongruously
uninhibited contours; but by doing so you’re infact
outrageously abusing the pricelessly unabashed swirl
of peerlessly undefeated Mother Nature,

You’re not just defecating on the tree’s innocuously
protruding and sprawled roots; but by doing so you’re
infact sacrilegiously defecating on the unshakably
redolent embodiments of wondrously enthralling Mother Nature,

You’re not just chopping the tree’s merrily swaying
tendrils; but by doing so you’re infact deliriously
chopping the perennially fructifying innocence of
gloriously Omnipotent Mother Nature,

You’re not just trimming the tree’s ecstatically
liberated outgrowths; but by doing so you’re infact
unnecessarily trimming the beautifully venerated womb
of victoriously blessing Mother Nature,

You’re not just kicking the tree’s bountifully
untainted stem; but by doing so you’re infact
ruthlessly kicking the sacredly spawning bosom of
brilliantly unfettered Mother Nature,

You’re not just peeling the tree’s rustically majestic
corrugations; but by doing so you’re infact
pervertedly peeling the invincibly silken skin of
effulgently burgeoning Mother Nature,

You’re not just burning the tree’s unflinchingly
valiant wood; but by doing so you’re infact insanely
burning the fearlessly formidable strength of
ebulliently cavorting Mother Nature,

You’re not just victimizing the tree’s indisputably
royal foliage; but by doing so you’re infact
truculently victimizing the insuperably unbridled
sensuality of ubiquitously ever-pervading Mother Nature,

You’re not just disorienting the tree’s ardently
boisterous nests; but by doing so you’re infact
hedonistically disorienting the eclectically
fascinating solar plexus of royally everlasting Mother Nature,

You’re not just ridiculing the tree’s endlessly
inscrutable labyrinth of hollows; but by doing so
you’re infact nefariously ridiculing the unfathomably
enigmatic belly of stupendously ameliorating Mother Nature,

You’re not just jailing the tree’s effervescently
nubile body with an unceasing jugglery of devilishly
stabbing electric wire; but by doing so you’re infact
unforgivably jailing the infallibly supreme identity
of impeccably Omnipresent Mother Nature,

You’re not just nailing the tree’s immortally fragrant
heart; but by doing so you’re infact diabolically
nailing the celestially undaunted fabric of
ecstatically frolicking Mother Nature,

You’re not just dumping the tree’s philanthropically
unimpeachable cradle with your fetid garbage can
trash; but by doing so you’re infact reproachfully
dumping the mellifluously humming mouth of exuberantly
evolving Mother Nature,

You’re not just bombarding the tree’s timelessly
gargantuan splendor; but by doing so you’re infact
baselessly bombarding the perennially beautiful
virility of unlimitedly stupefying Mother Nature,

You’re not just spitting upon the tree’s resplendently
beaming face; but by doing so you’re infact
unpardonably spitting on the impregnably spotless
heavenliness of vivaciously magical Mother Nature,

You’re not just uprooting the tree from its very
eternally compassionate soil; but by doing so you’re
infact sinfully uprooting the quintessentially blessed
existence of benevolently healing Mother Nature,

So always remember O! salaciously greedy man; that the
next time you wretchedly pulverize; abuse; trade and
victimize Mother Nature; you’ll be infact demonically
asphyxiating your very own Omniscient mother to the
most ghastly death; as your’s and everyone else’s
mother was first and foremost born out of the womb of
Mother Nature; was first and foremost the child of
unconquerable Mother Nature Divine.

If you believed in the sweetness of royal pudding,
It’s because of decayed yellow sour cream.

If you believed in blissful meadows of lush green grass,
It’s because of barren landscapes scorching in the tumultuous fury of the sun.

If you believed in hi- tech computers with a plethora of software chips,
It’s because of the onerous task of scribbling on sheets of jute paper.

If you believed in rich milk extracted from cow teats,
It’s because of the obnoxious odor inhabiting barrels of canned milk.

If you believed in luxury sedans traversing with silken grace,
It’s because of the aching feet rendered sore due the onset of age.

If you believed in holistic sunlight filtering through your skin pores,
It’s because of disease breeding in an ambience of ghastly darkness.

If you believed in crisp notes of dollar currency,
It’s because of intractable woes of misery and starvation to death.

If you believed in dancing to pulsating beats of country music,
It’s because of the tension that encapsulates you while lying solitary.

If you believed in consuming blood red apple juice,
It’s because of dreary exhaustion sapping exuberance from your brain.

If you believed in bathing in torrential rain tumbling down,
It’s because of the claustrophobic showers projecting from the bathroom rail.

If you believed in inhaling the fresh scent of moistened earth,
It’s because of the bountiful smoke drifting in atmosphere.

If you believed in laughing all night long,
It’s because of the saline tears that poured incessantly down your cheek.

If you believed in the ergonomic interiors of your cane roof house,
It’s because of bitter currents of cold you encountered on the streets.

If you believed in pursuing the quest for education,
It’s because of tags of stigmatic tags of illiteracy riveted to your persona.

If you believed in cruising on the grandiloquent ship,
It’s because of fear of drowning in unfathomably deep waters of the ocean.

If you believed in sipping black cocktail drinks from crystal mugs,
It’s because of unseething agony that grips your heart.

If you believed in adorning the wrists with a sports watch,
It’s because of insecurity generated when oblivious to time.

If you believed sleeping like a demon all throughout the vigils of winter night,
It’s because of the overwhelming work that awaits your anatomy the succeeding day.

If you believed in loving someone with all your heart and soul,
It’s because of meaningless existence that divests all purpose in life.

If you believed in cool waves of air leaking from the air conditioner,
It’s because of blistering waves of heat striking you left, right, and center.

If you believed in placid light of the opalescent moon,
It’s because of blinding rays of the peninsula of Sun.

If you believed in benevolent goodness that exists,
It’s because of volatile outbursts of violent crime.

If you believed in immaculate anecdotes of truth,
It’s because of insatiable deception camouflaging the world.

If you believed in youth bustling with euphoric fervor,
It’s because of perils that come uninvited in realms of old age.

And if you believed in the supreme aura of sacrosanct Godhead,
It’s simply because of the gruesome devil.

Not even an infinitesimal trifle infront of the greatest of Mountains; the most indomitably towering and unconquerably intrepid of their Herculean epitomes,

Not even a diminutive trifle infront of the greatest of Philosophers; the most sacredly learned and pricelessly inimitable of their sermons on the chapters of symbiotic existence,

Not even a mercurial trifle infront of the greatest of Forests; the most majestically untamed and insuperably parading of their indomitable lions,

Not even an evanescent trifle infront of the greatest of Warriors; the most
scintillatingly patronizing and fearlessly infallible of their impregnable swords,

Not even an ethereal trifle infront of the greatest of Oceans; the most fabulously triumphant and unflinchingly undulating of their glorious waves,

Not even an oblivious trifle infront of the greatest of Roses; the most sensuously inebriating and marvelously unbridled of their pristine scent,

Not even an abstemious trifle infront of the greatest of Seductresses; the most evocatively tantalizing and supremely glistening of their beautifully embellished bellies,

Not even a vespered trifle infront of the greatest of Magicians; the most fantastically resplendent and wonderfully emollient of their intriguing tricks,

Not even an infidel trifle infront of the greatest of Artists; the most poignantly heartfelt and gloriously uninhibited of their boundless creations,

Not even an inconspicuous trifle infront of the greatest of Moon; the most resplendently effervescent and exhilaratingly enlightening of its supernatural shine,

Not even a parsimonious trifle infront of the greatest of Curreny Coin; the most supremely accentuated and royally comforting of its indispensably brilliant glitter,

Not even an oblivious trifle infront of the greatest of Institution; the most splendidly fabulous and unsurpassably eclectic of its innovative teaching patterns,

Not even an obsolete trifle infront of the greatest of Politicians; the most
manipulatively uncanny and unsparingly pulverizing of their brutal ways,

Not even a disappearing trifle infront of the greatest of Castles; the most
gorgeously adorned and indefatigably unassailable of their ardently inimitable thrones,

Not even a vacillating trifle infront of the greatest of Destiny Lines; the most irrefutably unfurling and inevitably emollient of their enigmatic pathways,

Not even a feckless trifle infront of the greatest of Nightingales; the most unbelievably serendipitous and holistically purifying of astounding melodies,

Not even a fugitive trifle infront of the greatest of Hearts; the most Immortally unshakable and passionately mellifluous of their perpetual beats,

Not even an extinguishing trifle infront of the greatest of Lives; the most synergistically truthful and limitlessly altruistic of their vivid ideologies,

Not even an unmentionable trifle infront of the greatest of Tornadoes; the
most unrelentingly unstoppable and timelessly unimpeachable of their virgin winds,

But if ever this head had to bow down infront of anyone of this spell bindingly fathomless Universe; then it would be and forever be none other than; the invincibly sacred feet of my Mother who bore me in her divinely womb for 9 painstaking months and the grace of the perpetually Omnipotent Almighty Lord; who bestowed upon me breath to live and wholesomely created me.