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I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was infertile; not able to bear my innocuously blissful progeny till the time she existed,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was preposterously maimed; with her severely mutilated feet; not even able to move an infinitesimally ethereal inch ahead,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was cannibalistically non-vegetarian; excoriating apart through impeccable sheep and chicken; to mollify her rapaciously thunderous gluttony,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was disgustingly dumb; not able to transcend past the oundaries of junior school; even after an infinite attempts,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was surreptitiously criminal; malevolently coalescing with atrociously vulgar smugglers; to catapult to
unprecedentedly dizzy heights of stardom,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was stone deaf; not able to hear the most ferocious thunderballs of desperation emanating from her throat; wholesomely oblivious to the essence of sound,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was cold-bloodedly heartless; indiscriminately trampling over literally anything that came in her dogmatically tyrannical way,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was treacherously sullen faced; not culminating into the most ethereal of smile; even as the invincible mists of paradise were laid at her celestially nimble feet,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was obnoxiously prejudiced; salaciously trying to overtopple every entity beside her; to forever feel like the very best,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was horrifically cacophonic; shooing away even the most obsolete trace of life around her; the instant she opened her amorphously livid mouth,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she indefatigably hurled a gutter of invectives every unveiling second; at even the most holistic of entity for ostensibly no reason or rhyme,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she unceremoniously started to curse life; since the very first instant that she opened her snobbishly swollen eyes,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was egregiously enshrouded by a sea of disgruntling nonchalance; preferring to diabolically snore even in the most brilliantly fructifying of sunlight,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she smelt of acridly dilapidated feces all day and night; intractably refrained to take quintessential bath; as every other being in the civilization took,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she baselessly wailed every unfurling second; vicariously acted as if the entire planet castigated her with whiplashes of devilishness; while in actuality they perennially showered nothing buy symbiotic harmony,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she aimlessly loitered without the tiniest of mission in life; kept sky gazing for hours immemorial; while the rest of the planet galloped in unparalleled exuberance outside,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she sporadically broke into fits of maniacal depression and epilepsy sporadically; deliriously smashing even
the most costliest object around her in her bouts of irascibly uncontrollable anger,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she sadistically taunted me on even the most triumphantly blazing step that I took; dismissing me like a non-existent speck of tawdrily threadbare dust from the top drawers of her memory,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was as diminutive as a miserably slavering rat in stature; going always unnoticed in the pragmatic marketplace of sensuously burgeoning human beings,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was morbidly blinded since the very first cry of her birth; not possessing the tenacity to alight even a single step; as the planet round her was nothing but a graveyard of heinously obfuscated darkness,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she her face was more hideously distorted than the cadaverously parasitic spirit; not a soul on this colossal Universe; could dare to come abreast of her demonically pulverizing countenance,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she snored more ferociously than an ominously upbraiding panther; sordidly disrupting my every enchantingly celestial night; beyond the most unsurpassable limits,

I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she asphyxiated the very last breath out of my nimble body; just because I compassionately sequestered her from the most nefariously unbearable of maelstrom and torrential rain,

But I’d definitely commit suicide that very instant I knew she was flagrantly infidel; merrily flirting and cavorting with boundless men behind my back; after
wholeheartedly acknowledging that she loved none other but me on this fathomless planet; after bonding every beat of her heart; immortally with mine.

Snow drops fall incessantly,
cloud mass turns blacker in complexion,
as the sun sleeps in cosmic rays of galaxy.
avalanche of ice descends down the slope,
tumbling fast with violent draughts of Swiss wind,
growing larger with every coat of frozen ice,
passing tall Christmas pine,
projecting tracks of ice rail,
hollow caves of mountain bear,
finally reaches lonely stretch of desolate road,
breaking into scattered mass of icy platelets,
diffusing with an echoed thud,
on instants of land contact,
obscuring a furlong of visible concrete,
into multiple bed sheets of frozen water.
i stare in delight from my cottage window,
witnessing the encounter of snow and land,
drag myself into a atmosphere of death cold,
clad in heavy scarf and coat,
with Dunlop plugs embedded in both ears,
gum boots plodding vehemently,
forming triangular treads in crusts of snow,
and cylindrical torch light clearing the smog,
filtering a beam of welcome light,
as i stealthily approach the mound of ice,
make a silent prayer,
take fistfuls of snow in cupped hands,
devour it down my throat,
numbing and choking branched arteries,
slowing down metabolic rates of my body,
imprisoning my heart with a vice like grip.
deathly pall embraces my face,
my legs tremble to hold my weight,
as i finally bid adieu to this world.

I write to alleviate tumultuously bereaved humanity; impregnate optimistic beams of hope in the lives of all those miserably divested,

I write to unrelentingly explore the enchanting beauty of this gigantic Universe; bountifully assimilate all exotic goodness of the atmosphere in my wandering
soul,

I write to give the most voluptuously poignant expression to words; churn majestic artistry out of even the most; inconspicuously threadbare,

I write to blissfully placate my turbulently asphyxiated soul; fulminate into astoundingly vibrant newness; every unfurling instant of the gloriously Sunlit day,

I write to exuberantly trigger the chords of my imagination to the most unprecedented limits; unleash a whirlpool of unfathomable discovery in every
alphabet that I chiseled; with my very own blood,

I write to perpetually embrace the winds of seductive romance; titillate every devastatingly frigid arena of my visage; with the profusely irrevocable mysticism in
the; vivid atmosphere,

I write to make every haplessly shattered organism on this fathomless planet; celestially unite in the uninhibitedly priceless wings of; scintillating humanity,

I write to ebulliently break the monotony of manipulative office; keep myself boundless kilometers away from; diabolically commercial and spuriously white collared business tycoons,

I write to wholesomely free the innocuously impeccable; from chains of barbaric slavery; and insanely tyrannical incarceration,

I write to wholeheartedly divulge the innermost of my feelings to this unending planet; walk shoulder to shoulder and with profound equanimity lingering in my
crystalline eyes; abreast my comrades marching towards irrefutable righteousness,

I write to inculcate Herculean poignancy in my lackadaisical blood; unequivocally ensure that each element of my countenance; blazed ahead in the unparalleled ardor to lead euphoric life,

I write to eternally soar in the clouds of beautifully bestowing companionship; perennially unite with all those with a philanthropic conscience; with all those
shedding even the last droplet of their blood for the sake of their sacrosanct motherland,

I write to handsomely relieve the unsurpassable dormitories of imagination in my brain; imparting them a cloudburst of enamoring shapes and panoramic forms,

I write to innocently relive the memories of immaculate childhood; stupendously cherish all those revered moments when I indefatigably flirted in the aisles of mischief; eventually interlocking myself in the lap of my mother; for times immemorial,

I write to ubiquitously commiserate with all humanity irrespective of caste; creed or color wonderfully alike; filter a path of supremely optimistic light; through every benign stanza of my verse,

I write to heavenly coalesce with my aboriginal rudiments; embark on a fabulous expedition to backtrack time; fantastically discovering the very first puff of breath from which I was born,

I write to majestically feel the breeze of togetherness; marvelously experience the empathy of all those with a symbiotically holistic soul; even though I stood disastrously alone,

I write to incessantly broaden my perspective about this enthralling earth; enshroud each iota of my bedraggled demeanor; with the everlasting spirit of timelessness,

I write to exhale incomprehensible tornados of air without the slightest of circumspection; so that the air regally entrapped in my penurious lungs; was
ecumenically there for all to share,

I write to synergistically exist; execute my plethora of humanely activities; with the most gorgeously melodious dexterity; jubilantly absorbing even the gruesomely acrimonious chapters of mystical life,

Most importantly; I write because my heart wants me to; astoundingly proliferating into a mountain of tantalizing seduction; even as hell rained down from sky to forever lick the earth.

Even if you possessed a plethora of thoroughbred horses; galloping
handsomely through moist paddy fields,
I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of
drowning my persona into the cascade of her silken hair.

Even if you had a palace profusely embedded with gold; dungeons replete
with scores of glittering diamonds,
I would still consider myself as the richest; as I could tickle the mesmerizing skin of her cheek; sending inexplicable shivers down my spine.

Even if you possessed swanky cars to philander across the countryside;
a fleet of helicopters following you at close quarters,
I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had her ravishing
breath caressing my neck; catapulting me into waves of tumultuous rhapsody.

Even if you possessed a private swimming pool; impregnated with crystal
spring water from the mountains to bathe in,
I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of
sighting my reflection in her glistening tears.

Even if you possessed a pair of fur coated shoes; with exquisite
leather studded commensurately at all quarters,
I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of
lying in complete surrender at the pair of her dainty feet.

Even if you possessed a flurry of maids to serve you dinner; ornate
glasses embellished with pearls to drink opulent wine,
I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of
masticating boiled rice prepared fresh by her sacrosanct hands.

Even if you had a colossal assemblage of people spuriously worshipping
you; applauding you wholesomely for your most minuscule of deed,
I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of
witnessing her ingratiating smile; which grew distinctly large as she
spotted me.

Even if you had a conglomerate of effeminate statues; sculptured to immaculate perfection; molded out of molten wax and draped with the richest quality of silk,
I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of embracing her impeccable demeanor in entirety.

Even if you had a sword embodied with iridescent jewels; which you placed in a
scabbard made of rustic panther skin,
I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the audacity to confront any power in this world; simply uttering your enchanting name.

Even if you had a gargantuan basket of roses; extravagantly stashed with
flowers from all round the globe,
I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of absorbing the essence of golden sweat which dribbled from her body.

Even if you possessed flamboyant pairs of sunglasses; embodied with jugglery
of enthusing designs; and gaudy strips of plastic,
I would still consider myself the richest; as I had the privilege of viewing
my reflection in her emphatic eyes.

Even if you possessed the tangiest of toothpaste; incorporated in garish
interiors of an ostentatious bottle,
I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of appreciating the scintillating armory of her teeth.

Even if you possessed a golden band fudged with sapphire emeralds; dipped in
an ocean of honey,
I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of being
slapped by her delectable hands.

And even if you procured the entire wealth in this world; owning every dwelling protruding from the surface of earth,
I would still consider myself the richest man on earth; as your affluence
miserably floundered to purchase her; while I had the privilege of possessing
her in mind; body and soul; perpetually till the time she tangibly existed.

Even if you massacred both my eyes; gruesomely blinding me for the remainder of my pathetically devastated life,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my ears; ensuring that the tiniest insinuation of danger stayed countless miles away from her overwhelmingly
mesmerizing countenance.

Even if you assassinated both my ears; diabolically slashing my dangling lobes apart into a ludicrously pulverized curry of sinister flesh and bone,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my cheeks; compassionately grazing across her divinely forehead; witnessing her bloom in a corridor of perpetual
ecstasy for times immemorial.

Even if you bombarded both my cheeks; exonerating their profusely rubicund cheer into disastrously barbaric sadness,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my nostrils; instilling fireballs of unsurpassable passion in every breath of hers; that she magnetically exhaled.

Even if you barbarically stabbed both my nostrils; satanically decimating them to infinitesimal specks of languid ash,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my lips; becoming the majestic smile that besieged her perennially; in times of gloom as well as unprecedentedly untamed happiness.

Even if you devilishly thrashed both my lips with chains of acrimonious hatred; transformed their complexion into a ghastly fountain of invidiously fulminating blood,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my shoulders; carrying her to the most invincible places of safety; to the ultimate paradise of her royal choice.

Even if you annihilated both my shoulders; extinguishing them gorily with ferocious strokes of the savagely scintillating sword,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my palms; uninhibitedly bestowing each element of my prosperous destiny upon her; marvelously embellished and sacrosanct life.

Even if you mercilessly chopped both my palms; transposing their conglomerate of flesh and bone with the inner most recesses of the remorsefully morbid grave,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my legs; galloping at a velocity faster than white lightening in the sky; to grant her the most insatiable euphoria of her magnanimously blessed life.

Even if you crippled both my legs; uncouthly squashing the most intricate of their nerves with hideously monstrous tyres of the speeding truck,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my shadows; mystically enshrouding every cranny of her seductively tantalizing existence.

And even if you blended the unfathomably deplorable island of hell with both my shadows; murderously extricating every bit of their stupendous charisma and
grace,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my heart; soul and conscience; which try as much you could; you wouldn’t be able to ever conquer; as they
proliferated indefatigably even after this planet had ceased to exist; poignantly bonded with the OMNIPOTENCE OF HER LOVE.

If I was a blind man; with indispensable jewels in my eye gruesomely scarred,
With a colossal island of darkness besieging me in entirety; prompting me to grope like an imbecile animal on the crowded street,
I would recognize you in millions; by the cadence of your mesmerizing voice.

If I was born stone deaf; unable to decipher the most thunderous of sound,
Sitting unperturbed with tranquil ease; even after witnessing the vociferous roar
of a shattering earthquake,
I would recognize you in millions; by your articulately molded features; and your celestial smile.

If I was existing as perpetually dumb; deprived of the ability to produce sound,
Grant stupendous impetus to words; converting them into eloquent speech,
I would recognize you in millions; by the astoundingly striking honey brown
pigments in your eye.

If I was disdainfully crippled; traversing through the scraggy streets; resting entirely on my angular hands,
Unable to stand vertically on my mutilated feet; scrutinizing the gargantuan building
kneeling low towards the earth,
I would recognize you in millions; by the shape of your mystically carved dainty feet.

If I was born squint eyed; with intricate arenas of my face appearing comically
distorted,
Sighting a single person as twins; being beaten up on infinite an occasion by apathetic individuals,
I would recognize you in millions; by the softness and tenderness of your ravishing hair.

If I had a mask camouflaging my face; obliterating my sight even from the
faintest traces of light,
With gigantic plugs of cotton stuffed uncouthly in my ears; rendering me worse than being deaf or blind,
I would still recognize you in millions; by the fragrance of your enchanting body.

And If I was wholesomely intact; with all parts of my demeanor functioning to bountiful capacity,
Several gallons of blood circulating boisterously through my finely chiseled veins,
I would recognize you in millions; as my heart would beat turbulently the instant I passed you.

If I had a dead flower in my hand; I would plant it in the soil; for it to spread its lingering redolence; and at the same time proliferating several of its kind,

If I had a bulky sheaf of scribbled paper in my hand; I would erase all the obnoxious literature embedded; rendering the same immaculate and spotless for reuse,

If I had infinite pieces of shattered glass in my hand; I would coalesce them all together; metamorphosing them to form a scintillating mirror,

If I had an injured pigeon in my hand; I would inundate his wounds with omnipotent soil; impregnating in him the power to fly high and handsome again,

If I had lifeless follicles of hair in my hand; I would scrub them tenaciously with flamboyant antiseptic; to make them glisten again,

If I had fetid and rotten vegetables in my hand; I would soak them in fresh
water; then put them beneath stringent rays of the sun to wholesomely fumigate them,

If I had a dilapidated and pulverized brick in my hand; I would fortify it with reinforced cement to make it withstand the most torrential of thunder,

If I had an acrimonious chunk of thorn in my hand; I would coat it with a sheet of sparkling honey; then offer the same to famished insects loitering through the
dusty streets,

If I had a deflated balloon in my hand; I would stuff it with free air; to augment it to robust proportions,

If I had splinters of bedraggled cloth in my hand; I would refurbish them into a composite garment; using my steel bodkin and spools of thread adroitly,

If I had disdainful saliva in my hand; I would make optimum use applying the
same to the tainted windshield of my car; thereby creating a few pellucid spots amidst the sea of camouflaging dust,

If I had venomous tobacco leaves in my hand; I would incinerate them to create
a crackling bonfire; granting scores of people reprieve from freezing currents of austere winter,

If I had a ominous revolver in my hand; I would embed slices of piquant tomato
in the place of lead bullets; then play with the same amongst a bunch of innocuous children,

If I had squelched pulp of raw sewage in my hand; I would use the same for sprinkling commensurately between the plants; strengthening their roots with a
blend of nutritional elements,

If I had an ensemble of incongruously hard stones in my hand; I would submerge
them in shallow streams of placid water; to make the shrunken surface
dramatically swell,

If I had blistering hot acid in my hand; I would disseminate the same into thirsty desert sands; which would greedily absorb the same with loads of gratitude,

If I had rusty bells in my hand; I would strike them together to pierce the still ambience with an enigmatic and jingling sound,

If I had an obnoxious mosquito on my hand; I would place him in a pool of frosty milk; for him to greedily savor the stupendous taste of life,

If I had gruesomely fractured bones in my hand; I would perseveringly mold
them; resurrect them with scrupulous care; to make them walk again,

And even if I had the most hideous looking entity in my hands; I would still make it feel beautiful; by embellishing it with the garment of my love; encapsulating its
body with unprecedented care.

Call me a lump of infinitesimally squashed tomato; or Call me the diminutive tip of a sordidly despicable matchstick rotting in the abominably fetid garbage heap,

Call me a languid spider nonchalantly fretting on the damp walls; or Call me the wisp of that capriciously fleeting cloud which didn’t know even the slightest of how to enchantingly rain,

Call me an insipid molecule of threadbare dust being blown to far and obsolete places with the tiniest draught of wind; or Call me a preposterously pot-bellied whale devouring countless innocent in a single mouthful,

Call me a ghastily unforgiving demon blowing my worthless trumpet at will; or Call me a lecherous parasite sucking innocuous blood even as midnight unfurled into the scintillatingly spell binding day,

Call me a baseless moron staring purposelessly into boundless bits of blue sky; or Call me a sleazily mud coated pig aimlessly wandering without even contributing an ethereal iota to the fabric of this colossal planet,

Call me an insane lunatic paying a wholesomely deaf ear to the inclement orders of the conventional society; or Call me an irately impudent brat; indiscriminately feasting on the wealth of my sacrosanct ancestors,

Call me an invidious ant horrifically stinging the chapter of glorious existence; or Call me the grotesquely menacing crocodiles tooth ever ready to pulverize anything in vicinity; to inconsequential pulp,

Call me stray gutter water meaninglessly gushing across the dusty street; or Call me uxoriously fanatic behind the tantalizingly raunchy seductress,

Call me a graveyard of utterly deplorably loneliness; or Call me a lackadaisically nonsensical flower without even the most obfuscated insinuation of scent,

Call me a dastardly traitor turning my back to my sacred motherland; or Call me a wave of unendingly treacherous obsession which could never ever end,

Call me a pugnacious insect buzzing in cacophonicallydiscordant incoherence when the world slept; or Call me a demon having a gargantuan appetite for every insidious thing in the chapter of vibrant life,

Call me the most curled bristle of the sweepers avaricious broomstick; or Call me a complete misfit to symbiotically exist with the harmoniously melodious society,
Call me a miserably maimed organism without hands and feet; or Call me abysmally dumb when it came to matters of synergistic pragmatism,

Call me a punitive curse for the trajectory of this boundless planet; or Call me a bizarre eunuch pathetically unable to procreate even an element of my own kind,

Call me a brutally massacred and orphaned egg; or Call me the disdainfully abhorrent grime on the shoe; which intractably refused to move even an mercurial inch,

Call me a ludicrously fading reflection eventually blending with the oblivious horizons; or Call me an impotently undulating ocean without even the tiniest
trace of poignantly ravishing salt,

Call me a disastrously slithering fish without any aim or direction; or Call me a destructive volcano of negative energy; born only to annihilate civilizations to traceless ash,

Call me gory impediment for one and all on this globe alike; or Call me a ghoulishly venomous spirit spreading its remorseful jinx even centuries after veritable death,

And you could Call me by whatever name that you could ever conceive; But for those of you who like me; and even for all those of you who detested even the most remote
fraction of my quavering shadow; I would still and forever remain the way I am today; immortally bonded with love; immortally bonded with a fathomless entrenchment of poetry; poetry and just; sensuously Divine Poetry.

Be it from the most majestically compassionate palaces of glittering gold; or be it from the most acrimoniously impoverished streets; which hissed nothing else but asphyxiating poverty and treacherous dust the entire day,

Be it from the most opulently sensuous skies pregnant with rhapsodic rain; or be it from the most hedonistically torturous den of brutal scorpions; which spurted vindictive venom all night and day,

Be it from the most invincibly emollient lap of the venerated mother; or be it from the most pulverized treads of the haplessly devastated orphan; from whose
eyes radiated nothing else but tears of inexplicable helplessness,

Be it from the most indomitably royal apogee of the triumphant mountain; or be it from the most deplorably shattered mirrors; from which reflected nothing else
but unfathomably distorted imagery,

Be it from the most victoriously blazing of Omnipotent Sun; or be it from the most hideously sadistic cloak of devilishly crippling darkness; which sulked in the mortuaries of remorse for times immemorial,

Be it from the most effulgently symbiotic of meadows; or be it from the most cold-bloodedly infertile rocks; which unrelentingly and heartlessly smashed an
infinite bones; into inconspicuously worthless chowder,

Be it from the most Omnisciently blessed of silken palms; or be it from the most ghoulishly stinking corpses of stagnation; which did nothing else but jinx
every organism alive; beyond realms of holistic recognition,

Be it from the most lusciously ignited of blossoming lips; or be it from the most thorny terrains of preposterous wilderness; upon which feared to tread even the most peerlessly invincible of soul,

Be it from the most romantically undulating seas; or be it from the most pathetically smoldering ashes of the fires; which died a miserably parsimonious death countless hours ago,

Be it from the most ubiquitously egalitarian philanthropist’s eyes; or be it from the most robotically sleazy business tycoon; for whom the entire Universe just a insouciantly emotionless pendulum of tawdry give and take,

Be it from the most tantalizingly mesmerizing waterfalls of insatiable heavenliness; or be it from the most apocalyptically pugnacious cactuses of
malevolently barbarous abhorrence,

Be it from the most impregnably humanitarian of chests; or be it from the most heartlessly blood-sucking mosquitoes; which knew nothing else but to slowly and painstakingly suck every ounce of vibrantly enthralling life,

Be it from the most eternally replenishing bellies of panoramic mother nature; or be it from the most ostracized land of the devil; where solely rained the
holocausts of unimaginably penalizing prejudice,

Be it from the most regally insuperable streams of infallible truth; or be it from the most ominously desecrating skeletons of infidelity; from which wafted
nothing else but diabolically raunchy lavatories of betrayal and lies,

Be it from the most formidably unconquerable fortresses of righteousness; or be it from the most despicably demented dungeons of debauchery; which inexorably crucified every form of undefeated life; on the pretexts of baselessly bawdy religion,

Be it from the most passionately rejuvenated tunnels of the perennial nostrils; or be it from the most indiscriminately open jaw of the sadistically chortling ghost; who was the absolute epitome of incarcerated unmanliness,

Be it from the most Omnipresent abodes of the perpetually blessing God’s; or be it from the most lynched labyrinth of dismally imprisoning blackness a
countless feet beneath soil; which numbed even the most ephemeral trace of vitality and desire,

Be it from the most immortally passionate cocoons of the benign heart; or be it from the most despondently fretful feces meaninglessly rotting on the lavatory
seat; which inevitably perpetuated the last trifle of breath to indefinitely suffocate in the chamber of robust lungs,

O! yes; It could be from absolutely anywhere; anyplace; anyone on this limitlessly enamoring planet; I wouldn’t mind that the slightest; but I wanted love to desperately come to me; engulf my mind; body and crucified spirit this very instant; like the first princely rainshower of the monsoon; because without it I knew I would die; die and most certainly die.

I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed the eyes of
truth,
Able to judiciously discriminate between; the good and obnoxiously evil inhabiting remote corners of the globe.

I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed egalitarian
arms,
Ready to embrace those in severe affliction; without the baseless fear of
getting stained and dirty.

I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed the power of
mystical clairvoyance,
Able to prognosticate the ominous events to unveil; saving the earth from
possible disaster.

I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed a phlegmatic
voice,
Capable of pacifying those engulfed with inexplicable distress; put all children without parents to sleep.

I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I could leap from
astronomical heights of the bridge into the river,
Save scores of innocuous children from drowning; embed their terrorized faces
with mischievous smiles.

I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed feet which
could withstand the most onerous of load,
Carry the ones crippled; making them witness the most mesmerizing avenues of
the world.

I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed clusters of
teeth capable of extracting venom;
Evacuating the most lethal of poison from the body of the dying; rejuvenating
them with fresh doors of hope.

I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed the prowess
of assassinate the most evanescent of corruption prevailing,
Liberating the impoverished from impregnable clutches of slavery; granting
them the supreme distinction of breathing free air.

I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I could stay awake all
night;
Incessantly guarding those who were philanthropic; ever ready to propagate the
benevolent cause of humanity.

And I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I could possess and
incarcerate the love I so vehemently desired,
Help all residing on land; to get the dream partner of their own choice.