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Eye to Eye; and there perpetually evolves; an unassailably glorious fabric of divinely mesmerizing and beautifully unprejudiced; empathy,

Ear to Ear; and there perpetually evolves, a sky of fantastically unparalleled and ecstatically astounding; sensitivity,

Lip to Lip; and there perpetually evolves; a forest of inscrutably untamed and timelessly fructifying; passion,

Finger to Finger; and there perpetually evolves; a heaven of inimitably majestic and poignantly intricate; artistry,

Bone to Bone; and there perpetually evolves; a fortress of unflinchingly handsome and fearlessly peerless; unity,

Shoulder to Shoulder; and there perpetually evolves; a mountain of indomitably unfettered and limitlessly coalescing; compassion,

Hair to Hair; and there perpetually evolves; a garden of spell bindingly tantalizing
and effulgently romancing; sensuousness,

Eyelash to Eyelash; and there perpetually evolves; a meadow of unsurpassably
unbridled and eternally ubiquitous; mischief,

Blood to Blood; and there perpetually evolves; a civilization of irrefutably honest
and unconquerably fragrant; oneness,

Tongue to Tongue; and there perpetually evolves; a cistern of unfathomably mellifluous and delectably rejoicing; sweetness,

Foot to Foot; and there perpetually evolves; a valley of inscrutably magical and jubilantly romancing; adventure,

Nail to Nail; and there perpetually evolves; a playground of regally innocuous and bountifully twinkling; uninhibitedness,

Cheek to Cheek; and there perpetually evolves; a cloud of unbreakably nubile
and charmingly pristine; desire,

Brain to Brain; and there perpetually evolves; an entrenchment of ingeniously amazing and tirelessly proliferating; innovation,

Skin to Skin; and there perpetually evolves; a mist of limitlessly untainted and ardently unhindered; longing,

Chest to Chest; and there perpetually evolves; a cradle of everlastingly unbridled
and triumphantly symbiotic; compassion,

Belly to Belly; and there perpetually evolves; a thunderstorm of profoundly blessing and timelessly igniting; virility,

Thigh to Thigh; and there perpetually evolves; an epitome of passionately bonding and indefatigably yearning; electricity,

Shadow to Shadow; and there perpetually evolves; a gorge of tranquilly resplendent and unstoppably effervescent; mysticism,

Sweat to Sweat; and there perpetually evolves; a torrential rainshower of ecstatically ever-pervading and perennially mollifying; seduction,

Nape to Nape; and there perpetually evolves; a fountain of effulgently ingratiating and magically reinvigorating; excitement,

Toe to Toe; and there perpetually evolves; a wind of jubilantly unrestricted
and brazenly intrepid; enthrallment,

Soul to Soul; and there perpetually evolves; an atmosphere of insuperably heritage and unceasingly priceless; infinite infinity,

Conscience to Conscience; and there perpetually evolves; a seed of unconquerably redolent and boundlessly uniting; truth,

Forehead to Forehead; and there perpetually evolves; a whirlpool of unabashedly wonderful and inexhaustibly beautiful; creativity,

Nostril to Nostril; and there perpetually evolves; a planet of synergistically melanging and interminably procreating; life,

Heart to Heart; and there perpetually evolves; a Universe of Immortally Omnipotent and sacredly Omnipresent; Love.

He who is afraid of stark darkness; is never accepted by brilliant daylight,

He who is afraid of inexplicable pain; is never accepted by perennial joy,

He who is afraid of barbaric betrayal; is never accepted by passionate fantasy and sizzling romance,

He who is afraid of fulminating lava and blistering heat; is never accepted by rosy winter with moist ice cascading freely from the skies,

He who is afraid of an ocean of augmenting tears; is never accepted by amicable smiles,

He who is afraid of the fathomless expanse of a yawn; is never accepted by boisterous energy,

He who is afraid of profound emptiness and more than a million hours of boredom creeping in; is never accepted by flowing time,

He who is afraid of ghastly accidents occurring uncannily on the streets; is never accepted by electric paced race,

He who is afraid of overwhelming work and rivers of perspiration dribbling out; is never accepted by frolic play,

He who is afraid of ghosts and appalling horror; is never accepted by the stupendous angel,

He who is afraid of blatant lies; is never accepted by the definitions of impeccable truth,

He who is afraid of abashing abuse and an armory of unheard expletives; is never accepted by the sweet melody in sound,

He who is afraid of the blanket cover of horrendous black; is never accepted by sparkling white,

He who is afraid of scorching thirst; is never accepted by gushing rivers of white water,

He who is afraid of licentious desires and the chapter of procreation; is never accepted by the domains of any religion,
He who is afraid of violent whirlpools and tumultuous storms; is never accepted
by the pleasant evening,

He who is afraid of the hissing reptile; is never accepted by the chimneys of glittering gold,

He who is afraid of crumbling in shambles on the ground; is never accepted by the twin pair of robust legs,

He who is afraid of wholesome silence; is never accepted by the virtue of eloquent speech,

He who is afraid of clusters of hideous fungus; is never accepted by the rubicund fruit,

He who is afraid of tyrannical slavery; is never accepted by the royal
and stupendously embellished throne,

He who is afraid of indiscriminate massacre and bloodshed; is never accepted by immortal laughter,

He who is afraid of decaying stench and dilapidated cobweb; is never accepted by
the incredulously fragrant rose,

He who is afraid of the new born infant; is never accepted by the prudently sagacious adult,

He who is afraid of undulating and harsh sands of the desert; is never accepted
by pure satiny silk,

He who is afraid of infinite shards of broken glass; is never accepted by
the handsomely scintillating mirror,

He who is afraid of unprecedented starvation; is never accepted by ravishing
morsels of tantalizing food,

He who is afraid of mind boggling enigmas; is never accepted by the perfectly synchronized solution,

He who is afraid of the unsurpassable depth of the valley; is never accepted by the plain terrain and rustic roads,

He who is afraid of the rotten pile of disparaging garbage; is never accepted by the sacrosanct and holy Ganges,
He who is afraid of the colossal and pugnacious battlefield; is never accepted by
the apostle of peace,

He who is afraid of stringently blaring music and an ambience of wandering wolves; is never accepted by the pious temple,

He who is afraid of the devil and the towering giant; is never accepted by the Omnipotent creator,

And he who is afraid of death and the morbid silhouette of corpse; is never
accepted by mesmerizing life.

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst traversing through the forests; and the uncouthly ferocious lion snapping each bone of their apart into a countless disparaging fragments,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst voyaging through the ocean; haplessly drowning to the rock-bottom; and being sporadically pulverized by the hedonistic jaws of the shark,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst seated in the luminous aircraft; with the air-conditioned bewitchment eventually crashing and exploding like frigid pieces of nothingness against the cold-blooded rocks,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst at war with abhorrent neighboring land; being ruthlessly beheaded if caught; or otherwise being blown up like nonchalant ash-at the vindictive strike of the missile,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst cremating their near and dear ones; with the inconsolably despairing hopelessness of the situation; metamorphosing them into a living carcass for the remainder of their lives,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst inevitably impersonating invidious shades of lies to survive; with this most dreaded sin of existence forever dissolving them into their invisible corpse,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst toiling towards their dreams of becoming the richest man; with the last ounce of power in their bones eventually succumbing to the most unthinkably murderous rat-raced exhaustion,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst fast asleep past ghoulish midnight; with the most dreadfully maiming nightmares of all times snapping the last fangs of their inimitable breath,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst clambering towards the ultimate peak of Everest; ruthlessly devoured by the unstoppable onslaught of the avalanche and the heartlessly freezing wind,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst giving miraculous birth to more of their own; with the excruciating pains of labor silencing the tiniest cry to palpitate in their souls,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst undergoing the wrath of morbid betrayal; with their breaths naturally ending before—they could dare view their beloved being passionately embraced and caressed in alien arms,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst speeding on the express highways; when clashing metal to brutal metal would foment such an acrimonious ball of fire—as never witnessed in history before,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst stepping out to earn their own bread; with the treacherously parasitic attitude of people around—extricating the very last droplet of their innocuous blood,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst the earthquake suddenly struck; being cold-bloodedly sucked into the horrendously fulminating belly of the earth—where there graves lay already dug,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst strapped to the exuberant parachute; with the ferociously plundering storm rendering them wailing and wingless—in their uncontrolled descent towards murderous stony ground,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst facing the relentlessly inhuman torture by the police; as they mustered up all their non-existent courage to divulge the devil hidden in their dastardly souls,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst anticipating their final examination results; with the feeblest contingency of a failure and the flagrant exoneration by the society thereafter; cruelly asphyxiating each of their heartbeat in their chests,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst attempting to change the course of their otherwise satanic destiny; with the irrefutably pre-destined sinking them deeper and deeper into their graves-the harder they tried to redefine and revolutionize time,

And then I met him; uncontrollably trembling and slavering in the mortuaries of uncertainty—he who definitely knew that he’d die; as he’d shared just a few idiosyncratically weak moments of his with his spouse; a few moments which he wanted to entirely erase from the chapter of his impoverished life-but she on the other hand was waiting like a famished tigress to repeat the same to him at the tiniest human error he committed; and without the slightest of reason or rhyme.

He was the one for whom my heart throbbed violently; skipping a beat every time in due admiration for his incredibly Omnipotent power,

He was the one for whom my breath flowed; profoundly engrossed in inhaling the gorgeous aura of his amazing creation,

He was the one for whom my feet walked unrelentingly; tirelessly exploring the unfathomably bountiful wonders he had evolved on this earth,

He was the one for whom my ears heard; imbibing each word he spoke; lost in the mysticism pouring profusely from his voice,

He was the one for whom my lips moved; gasping in spell bound consternation while witnessing his invincibly supreme form,

He was the one for whom my eyes stared; overwhelmingly astounded by the magnificent ocean and land he had spawned,

He was the one for whom my hair stood up in utter trepidation on my skin; unburnt fires ignited in my soul at sighting his astronomical ability to conquer the entire Universe,

He was the one for whom my fingers wrote; executing his infinite commands; giving pragmatic shape to each of his mesmerizing dreams,

He was the one for whom I earned wealth; judiciously disseminating the same amongst boundless numbers of his impoverished disciples,

He was the one for whom I slept blissfully; fantasizing about the captivating fairies that he had sent to tantalizingly dance on this earth,

He was the one for whom my mouth spoke; prudently spreading the glorious essence of his unbiased ideals; to as far and distant as I possibly could on the surface of
this earth,

He was the one for whom I fought; silencing evil lurking in the society with the Herculean power that he had impregnated prolifically in my arms,

He was the one for whom I loved; wholesomely possessing the girl he had destined to marry me; procreating my progeny and assisting him a trifle in carrying on the chapter of his existence,

He was the one for whom I cried; when he came like a bolt of lightening in my life; and one fine instant suddenly became invisible from my eyes; as he continued on his mission to enlighten other mankind,

He was the one for whom I prayed; incessantly worshipping his deity all day and night; pleading with him not to get angry with me and rest of the irascible humankind,

He was the one for whom I resiliently studied for years; tried to help as many souls as I could with all the knowledge which I had accumulated in my quest towards achieving unparalleled supremacy,

He was the one for whom I desired; drowning myself completely in the unsurpassable beauty that existed on this globe; embracing each entity that he had born to be loved and felt,

He was the one for whom I was struggling every instant; trying to obey his laws of humble existence; his irrefutable policy of survival of the fittest,

And he was the one for whom I was living; the person whom I loved and adored above all; infact all the words scattered on this planet were too frugal to
describe him; all expressions and lines that I embodied proved too infinitesimal to portray his Omniscient glory; for he was none other than my ALLAH

If I was a minuscule brick looking as inconspicuous as a mosquito; sandwiched between several of my kind,
He was the entire building; towering domineeringly over the crowded and bustling street.

If I were a diminutive stalk of grass sprouting from the soil; buckling down with paramount ease under feeble draughts of wind,
He was the entire space of fecund land; sprawling over thousands of kilometers.

If I were a obscure wave rising in the sea; falling intermittently with the positioning of the enchanting moon,
He was the entire ocean; which was incongruously colossal in size; incorporating a fleet of animate organisms in its belly.

If I were a small mound of clay lying dilapidated beside the hill; with irregular strands of thread camouflaging my persona,
He was the gigantic mountain; with profoundly accentuated summits; standing formidably against the most tenacious of storm.

If I were an ephemeral ray of light falling on the earth; miserably unable to make the slightest of indentation in illuminating the atmosphere,
He was the magnanimous sun brilliantly scintillating in the sky; radiating his omnipotent essence far and wide.

If I were a disdainful cockroach loitering indolently around the lavatory seat; with sporadic incidences of devouring small ants,
He was the entire jungle; impregnated with ferocious beasts; breeding the primordial dinosaur thundering his way through the mangled green.

If I were a crisp note of currency; incessantly relishing my prospects of spending exorbitantly,
He was the entire money which floated in this world; the conglomerate of opulent banks overflowing with cash.

If I were a contemporary computer; having a battalion of intricate chips in my brain,
He was the stupendous power; governing my mind as well as adroitly maneuvering the world.

If I were an mystical astrologer; scientifically predicting the fortune of some of my clients,
He was the one who sculptured the life of millions existing; impeccably wrote my destiny; without a trace of blemish.

If I were a globule of water lying solitary on the forlorn street; being ruthlessly kicked by passing pedestrians,
He was the entire expanse of vast sky; which pelted thunderously blissful droplets of rain.

He was the one who had procreated the first human; from which later were spawned millions inhabiting this globe; the very reason that I was here breathing fresh air in my lungs today,
And Let me tell you I was just an ordinary man residing amongst infinite numbers like myself; while he was the omniscient Creator.

He was the towering pinnacle of the mountain; while we were all minuscule bits of stone strewn all around the surface in tandem,

He was the spiraling flame of fire towards the sky; while we were all obsolete wisps of smoke gasping for breath in vicinity,

He was the blistering island of majestic sun; while we were all his infinite rays,

He was the entire opulence in the universe; while we were just his proprietors to judiciously dispense it,

He was the entire assemblage of sea water rising high with turbulent storms; while we were his boundless fish that sank to the bottom,

He was the mammoth boulder of scintillating diamond; while we were the glow he emanated; soon to fade in dying light,

He was the fortified and invincible wall of the fortress; while we were his half burnt and red bricks,

He was the colossal battlefield which stretched till eternity; while we were his valiant soldiers fighting to protect our country,

He was the vast desert with golden brown sands; while we were his thorny cactus; that defended his territory,

He was the countless sheep wandering around the globe; while we were the droplets of frosty milk which he yielded for survival,

He was the tree that sky rocketed beyond all limits of comprehension in the cosmos; while we were his succulent and energy imparting fruits,

He was the gargantuan beehive that inhabited every corner of this earth; while we were the rivulets of honey that oozed from his surface intermittently,

He was the solitary lotus mesmerizing all in the pond; while we were his several petals floating nimbly on the surface of transparent water,

He was the singular and biggest animal in the world; while we were many of his timid mice; which he had procreated to evolve earth,

He was the longest biscuit of sugar ever found on the planet; while we were unfathomable sweetness he produced; to titillate the atmosphere,

He was the most melodious bird flying towards unsurpassable victory; while we were all his different tunes and moods,

He was the all the heat that existed in the world; while we were all his multiple globules of sweat dribbling down in synchronized harmony,

He was the robust mass of flesh marching a billion steps at a time; while we were his conglomerate of bones which assumed different shapes; proportions and color,

And he was the first father of this Planet; the very first entity who put his foot on this earth; the first person to propagate language all around; the first individual to segregate wild mass of water and land into enchanting continents; and the deity from whom all of us molecules spawned and evolved; he was our Creator.

For every bird gruesomely killed; he had the power to create infinite more fledglings,

For every river dried miserably to a trickle; he had the power to create infinite oceans,

For every tree brutally chopped to the ground; he had the power to create infinite forests,

For every eye inadvertently blinded; he had the power to create infinite with sight,

For every satanic night taking a complete stranglehold on light; he had the power to create infinite brilliant days,

For every tongue which was disdainfully dumb; he had the power to create infinite mouths which could speak and shout,

For every iota of currency furtively stolen; he had the power to create infinite banks looming high and handsome till the heavens,

For every couple who was childless and rendered cruelly unable to procreate; he had the power to create infinite more households bustling with a battalion of toddlers,

For every brain that was wholesomely exhausted; he had the power to create infinite intelligent minds,

For every child disastrously orphaned on the streets; he had the power to create infinite families complete in all respects,

For every blade of grass mercilessly trampled; he had the power to create infinite meadows of lush green crop,

For every skeleton lying disdainfully buried under the coffin; he had the power to create infinite bodies; dancing about in robust health and thunderous fervor,

For every scalp that was balder than the egg; he had the power to create infinite strands of shimmering hair,

For every life lost unwittingly during the tumultuous earthquake; he had the power to create infinite more souls as Kings,

For every slave bound wretchedly to gleaming chains; he had the power to create infinite crusaders to break open the shackles,
For every throat that was dangerously thirsty; he had the power to create infinite mouths slavering with excess water,

For every watch that had abruptly relinquished to function; he had the power to create infinite clocks ticking at electric speeds,

For every Albino engulfed entirely with a coat of appalling pink skin; he had the power to create infinite beauties with the most charismatic of flesh,

For every house that had been diabolically pulverized to raw dust during war; he had the power to create infinite palaces; blended profusely with glittering gold and silver,

For every demon wandering at will on this earth; he had the power to create infinite angels to valiantly defend the world,

For every heart pathetically broken; he had the power to create and bind infinite having just taken birth,

His power to create was simply unprecedented; his process of evolution was simply boundless and beyond the most unimaginable degree of comprehension; and that is why he was not only mine; but every person’s Almighty Creator.

Jaded tobacco flakes in wrapped yellow candy paper,
White and appalling in visual imagery,
Dunloped to high degrees of compression,
Forming tetra inch sticks,
Of ashen grey crusty powder,
Thoroughly malnourished and stale,
A recipe for unending doomsday,
An aftermath of human greed,
Accentuating lecherous desires of eating smoke,
Bitter and contaminated ash,
Ignited by a host of sleazy gadgetry,
Wooden sticks of leaded match,
Producing derogatory clouds of white air,
Floating with fetid fragrance; low vitality,
With occasional buts of red coal falling down,
Diffusing into soft powder,
Carcinogenic to several glands of the living organism,
Chronologically spreading its ghastly effect,
To millions of mouths consuming it,
Chewing it; blowing it; relishing it,
Stitching webs of longevity forever,
Succumbing to something as inconsequential,
As a portable cylinder of pressed tobacco,
Withering mankind to caves of self destruction,
Rendering it the worst of its kind.

When the clouds in the cosmos wanted to have some fun; they clashed playfully against each other; fomenting heavenly droplets of liquid to tumble down in
rhapsodic frenzy,

When the waves in the undulating ocean wanted to have some fun; they rose and fell merrily with the exuberant breeze; culminating into a festoon of magnificently sparkling froth as they dissipated on the silver sands,

When the battalion of boisterous frogs wanted to have some fun; they bounced and frisked ebulliently after midnight; inundating the perpetually still atmosphere with their brazenly croaking voice,

When the solitary palms wanted to have some fun; they embedded themselves to unprecedented limits beneath majestic soil; thunderously clapped thereafter; to
sprinkle the granules in unanimous tandem,

When the fleet of fountain pens wanted to have some fun; they sketched overwhelmingly funny contours of their masters; emptying the blotted ink wholesomely on his tyrannically wretched face,

When the bells in the dilapidated castle wanted to have some fun; they commenced to nostalgically reverberate; drowning in sheer ecstasy of the euphorically
tinkling sound,

When the bland glasses of water wanted to have some fun; they deliberately stumbled when offered to the unsuspecting visitor; drenching him disdainfully from head to toe with their clammy caress,

When the sonorously serious eyelids wanted to have some fun; they winked incessantly at passerby’s; making them the inevitable darling of every flirtatious heart,

When the army of mischievous red ants wanted to have some fun; they surreptitiously clambered up the mammoth elephant’s trunk; evoking him to thereby
collapse helplessly towards pathetically cold ground,

When the morbidly aloof spider wanted to have some fun; it indefatigably ran up and down the periphery of its web; eventually deciding to perch on the honey coated biscuit placed by the luxuriously plush bedside,

When the conglomerate of lifelessly sprawled rubber bands wanted to have some fun; they stretched themselves to the most unfathomable limits; then contracted like a bullet in the robustly soft palms,
When the telephone wanted to have some fun; it pertinently rang in wee hours of the night; wrecking the spuriously rich politician from the realms of perennial sleep,

When the scorched tongue wanted to have some fun; it rampantly blurted out a string of baseless terminologies; kept chanting a baseless volley of expletives; even as the insurmountably corrupt business tycoon beside bathed in an ocean of
exasperated sweat,

When the hideously gleaming razor wanted to have some fun; it ruthlessly scraped across the sergeant’s moustache when he was in deep sleep; rendering him with only minuscule bits of his most treasured possession; as he awoke to the first unfurling
of the morning light,

When the obdurate cricket balls wanted to have some fun; it horrendously hurled itself towards the dacoit’s window; jerking him as well as the police from the corridors of divinely relaxation,

When the hordes of timid mice wanted to have some fun; they indiscriminately nibbled through colossal bundles of currency notes; stripping the sanctimoniously
nefarious minister of his evil wealth and non-existent charm,

When the coalition of rambunctiously chirping birds wanted to have some fun; they emptied their unsurpassably stuffed morning bowels; on the diabolical terrorist’s breakfast plate,

When the toweringly gargantuan grandfather clock wanted to have some fun; it slipped back by a complete hour; smiled a trifle as the preposterously busy city
was engulfed with a chaotic frenzy; with sane individuals running towards office in a jiffy; without a garment on their body,

And when I wanted to have some fun; all I did was to inadvertently stumble into the lap of my mother; peck on her cheeks; tie up her hair into boundless knots; then snore celestially in her palms shrugging all concerns of the mercenary world; once again embracing impeccable childhood; once again embracing those enchantingly cherished moments when I was a little child.

If he had been your Brother; then you’d have perhaps mischievously poked at his enchantingly twinkling nose; uninhibitedly cavorting with him through the freshly rain soaked fields of untamed corn,

If he had been your Father; then you’d have perhaps earnestly served him to
the best of your ability; sleeping compassionately close to his blessed heart; conceiving it to be the most invincibly celestial fortress on this fathomlessly enamoring planet,

If he had been your Husband; then you’d have perhaps walked shoulder to shoulder with him in every aspect of symbiotically fragrant existence; miraculously ameliorating the terseness in his temples; with the artistry of your mellifluously heavenly fingers,

If he had been your Neighbor; then you’d have perhaps enlightened every instant of his flabbergasting boredom; with the blazingly unfettered optimism in
your resplendently innocuous eyes,

If he had been your Uncle; then you’d have perhaps altruistically listened to the experiences of his exhilaratingly intrepid life; convivially sharing supper with him in the darkness of the insidiously sultry night,

If he had been your Teacher; then you’d have perhaps bent in due obeisance to each of his philanthropically eternal commands; trying to imbibe the maximum you could; of his sermons on the chapters of priceless life and humanity,

If he had been your Fan; then you’d have perhaps indefatigably tried to live up to his expectations; everytime you had the opportunity to majestically portray your inimitably iridescent talent to the boundless world,

If he had been your Mentor; then you’d have perhaps worshipped him every unfurling second of the brilliantly streaming day and sensuous night; dedicating every ounce of your magnificent success to his tirelessly sublimating voice,

If he had been your Slave; then you’d have perhaps irrefutably ensured that he got his quintessentially reinvigorating meals of the day; so that he diligently shed every iota of his robust perspiration for you all his life,

If he had been your Shadow; then you’d have perhaps magnanimously allowed
him to snuggle close to your chest in the wilderness of the ruthless night; replenishing his every desire with the unequivocal exuberance in your life,

If he had been your Son; then you’d have perhaps perpetually kept him cuddled in your impregnably unflinching lap; sequestering him from even the most infinitesimal treachery of existence; till the very last breath of your life,

If he had been your Ancestor; then you’d have perhaps tantalized every bone of your lugubriously opprobrious survival; wholesomely enshrouded and enchanted; with the inscrutable tales of his pristine past,

If he had been your Sculptor; then you’d have perhaps cherished each of his treasured moldings; profoundly and intimately in the innermost dormitories of your soul; for times immemorial,

If he had been your Godfather; then you’d have perhaps fervently yearned to
kiss his divinely feet every unleashing instant of ebulliently enthralling existence; perennially assimilate the ideals of his benign life in every ingredient of your crimson blood,

If he had been your Friend; then you’d have perhaps wholeheartedly welcome him with open arms; wanting to be a perpetual element of every of his joy and inexplicable tribulations,

If he had been your Fiancé; then you’d have perhaps tirelessly dreamt about him a countless days and nights; till the time you didn’t forever unite with him; in unassailably sacrosanct connubial bliss,

If he had been your Successor/Kin; then you’d have perhaps spent a limitless moments of your life breathing affably close to him; tirelessly explaining to him the way in which he should disburse your countless millions; after you were veritably dead,

If he had been your Chef; then you’d have perhaps unlimitedly admired the unbelievably incredulous art in his palms; that spell-bindingly evolved the most ravishingly appetizing of delicacies within the ethereal wink of an eye,

But if he wasn’t related with you in any manner; then the same Him having HIV/AIDS would have definitely been several ostracized and abused by you; as
you disdainfully discarded him from the fabric of your sanctimonious society
as a sinful untouchable,

Hopelessly failing to realize that there was no “Relation/Religion Tag” needed to bond with another living being of your kind; as the Lord had created everyone alike unconquerably bonded in the religion of humanity;

And whereas he could still survive with HIV/AIDS for a long time till
the Omnipotent Creator wanted him to breathe and even without your support;
but for disrespecting another of your fellow mate; for criminally disowning one similar to you of the Lord’s Omnipresent living kind; you for one had definitely confirmed an undeniably ghastly place for yourself in the realms of diabolically pulverizing hell; even before you could reach; the end of your impoverished destined time.