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I chose a man slender and skinny,
draped his body in leather skin of witchcraft black,
pierced his earlobe with beads of silver,
tonsured his scalp with corrugated edge of knife,
sprinkled his cheek with perfumed cologne,
divested his blood of every sedative,
tied him to a square wooden chair with cushioned backrest,
drenched him completely with pure spring water,
aligned him straight so as to face me in the eye,
placing him a good 50 feet away,
gazed through the tiny glass nozzle of my bronze pistol,
to get a proficient crystal clear aim.

i began by placing a large melon on his shaven scalp,
pierced it into flying splinters in the first shot itself.
i then stuck a medium sized apple with sprouting leaf,
closed an eye and ruptured the fruit into infinite segments.
a peeled orange on his head looked blissfully pretty,
was a gruesome sight to witness as poisonous lead ripped through its body.
it was now the turn of a minuscule violet grape,
the handcuffed man looked in growing disbelief,
he was now sure of death fast approaching,
as a loud voice shook the stillness of the jungle air,
the violet grape lay punctured and lifeless on the ground,
shouts of new found joy emanated from his throat,
he then ended our brief encounter by wildly gesticulating,
good shot friend, very good shot.

Good Morning Sunshine; thank you for filtering
stringently through my dingily dilapidate window;
embedding optimistic rays of hope in my life,

Good Morning Cuckoo; thank you for waking up my gloomy
sleep with your poignantly austere sounds,

Good Morning Grass; thank you for rejuvenating my
dreary soles; as I trespassed on your voluptuous
carpet; with your magnificent sheath of dew drops
tickling my skin to unprecedented limits,

Good Morning delectable pet; thank you for clambering
up my bed; awakening me with a pleasant jolt; as you
flapped your slippery tongue over my rubicund cheeks,

Good Morning Shirt; thank you for imparting me with
compassionate warmth; as I swung you over my naked
chest the instant I broke my reverie,

Good Morning Wife; thank you for providing me your
mesmerizing shoulders to rest upon in times of the
treacherous night,

Good Morning Ducks; thank you for quacking so
boisterously; that I became oblivious to all the
loneliness and wretched depression that heavily
circumvented my life,

Good Morning Air; thank you for so celestially wafting
into my nostrils; seductively caressing my mass of
unruly hair; to transit me higher than the heavens,

Good Morning Lotus; thank you for spreading your
ingratiatingly pink petals into full bloom; inundate
my solitary life with astronomical happiness,

Good Morning Tea; thank you for profoundly
reinvigorating my diminishing breath; fomenting me to
walk briskly forward with untamed exhilaration,

Good Morning Alarm Clock; thank you for deafeningly
puncturing my eardrum; triggering me off from
invincible sleep; when all other conceivable things
had miserably floundered,

Good Morning Water; thank you for pacifying my thirst;
inevitably providing me those few sips of liquid to
quench scorched chords of my throat; the second I
detached from horrendous dreams,

Good Morning Soap; thank you for providing me tons of
enamoring foam; which metamorphosed my bedraggled
persona into one of stupendously distinguished authority,

Good Morning National Flag; thank you for fluttering
so handsomely in the atmosphere; propelling the spirit
of patriotism to escalate unsurpassably in my veins;
the second I nimbly opened my eyelids at dawn,

Good Morning Soil; thank you for impregnably holding
the foundations of my dwelling; harboring my
inconspicuous demeanor while I slept like a new born
infant in the perilous night,

Good Morning Apple; thank you for providing me that
incredulously quick bite before I eloped for office;
prepared to kick on with my schedule for the
acrimoniously monotonous day,

Good Morning Mother; thank you for silently creeping
up beside me when I was in bouts of thunderously sound
sleep; gently caressing my hair; embodying my
shivering countenance with a sweater she had specially
knitted for me in the day,

Good Morning Tree; thank you for generating appeasing
draughts of wind that diffused through my window as
the Sun crept up in the sky; making me feel that I was
indispensably alive,

Good Morning Breath; thank you for blissfully
circulating through my lungs; enveloping me with the
tenacity to divinely pass the gruesomely precarious night,

And Good Morning World; thank you for granting me the
right to harmoniously exist amongs’t you; walk
shoulder to shoulder with your blessed grace; in every
aspect of exuberant life.

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of the fathomlessly swirling ocean; whose majestic waves touched the highest epitome of the golden sky everytime—before eventually dissipating into ebullient froth,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of the sensuously unabashed clouds; oozing with profoundly unconquerable virility upon the lap of ravishing brown earth,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of the triumphantly blazing sands of the desert; which inevitably tantalized countless a discerning traveler on the prowl,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of the inscrutably enthralling forests; whose boundless branches and rustic leaves—whispered innumerable a tale of wisdom and priceless companionship,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of the fantastically impregnable mountains; whose unparalleled apogees crafted new and revolutionary definitions of unflinching solidarity—in good times and bad,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of altruistic blood flowing through each living vein; which timelessly marked a new era of the unassailably brilliant religion of humanity,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of the vividly shimmering rainbow in endless cosmotic space; whose each beam unsurpassably stupefied robotic existence—to ultimate heights of adventure,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of triumphantly virgin lightening; which wondrously perpetuated every emaciated pore on soil; with amazingly rejuvenating and enigmatic life,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of insuperably flamboyant sunrise; which put every tangible and intangible insinuation of misery; deprivation and depression to celestial rest,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of the impeccably twinkling stars; which magically paved a path for each staggering organism; in the heart of the ghoulishly insidious midnight,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of jubilantly enthralling dawn; which spell-bindingly broke the carcinogenic crutches of haplessly maiming darkness—with the rays of bountiful freedom,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of white ice melting to evolve the perennially sacrosanct Ganges waters; which healed even the most inexplicably traumatized of wounds with their undefeatable purity,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of the divinely milky moon; which recited countless a surreal fairy tales; and royally befriended every child brutally orphaned by the strokes of victimizing destiny,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of the first cry of the new-born infant; which miraculously brought even the most blood-shot of enemies closer and closer; into the bonds of eternally spawning friendship,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of freshly formed ponds of monsoon water; in which a countless bodies met and beautifully mate; proliferating into an infinite more of their innocuously wonderful kind,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of voluptuous green blades of grass; which sprouted with uninhibited ardor from virtually every piece of mud—to tickle each despicably frazzled and bereaved foot sole into absolute utopia,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of the mystically amber horizon; where the handsomely setting Sun forever gave hope of an entire new and Omnipotent dazzling tomorrow,

Is being written every unleashing second of time by the Omnipresent Lord Almighty; as his infinite creations on the trajectory of this immeasurable earth are the best poetry ever born; and he the BEST and GREATEST POET OF all HIMSELF.

I didn’t know who was his mother; the irrefutably sacrosanct womb which had evolved his impeccable contours,

I didn’t know who was his father; the revered principles of which; circulated faster than white lightening in his tender veins,

I didn’t know what was his name; the initials he incoherently embossed with his immaculately sweet little fingers,

I didn’t know what was his birthplace; the color of the cradle that must have witnessed his overwhelmingly surreal mischief,

I didn’t know what religion he belonged to; the inexplicable conglomerate of scriptures that were chanted on him; when he was just born,

I didn’t know the exact date of his cherished birth; the exact second when even the God’s in the Universe must have inevitably stooped down to witness his
Omnipotent grace,

I didn’t know the words which he might have uttered just a minute ago; the rhapsodically innocent voice which must have incredulously enlightened the pallid
atmosphere,

I didn’t know what were his likes and dislikes; the games he adored the most; the delicacies he delectably nibbled with his freshly protruding jaws,

I didn’t know what was his shoe size; the fabulously spongy rubber which tickled him voraciously on his diminutive feet,

I didn’t know what were the fantasies circulating through his vulnerable mind; the dream floating ebulliently in his inconspicuously beautiful brain cells,

I didn’t know who was his sister; the tiny angel who incessantly frolicked with him in the corridors of unsuspectingly playful fantasy,

I didn’t know why was he crying indefatigably; the things that mattered the most
to his mesmerizing heart,

I didn’t know the identity of his naughty friends; the robust chinned tiny stalwarts with whom he spent countless hours every single day,

I didn’t know the marks on his flesh since he emitted out his first cry; the spots which bestowed him with astronomical good luck in every unfurling aspect of
life,

I didn’t know the school he went too; the clay which he fondled with in his magical palms; to chisel the most alluring shapes ever conceivable on this planet,

I didn’t know the hours which he went off to sleep everyday; deluging the ambience with baby snores; which were infact larger than the chapter called life,

I didn’t know the amount of milk he consumed; the fraternity of taste besieging
his daintily darling tongue,

I didn’t know what was the dwelling he inhabited; the celestial paths he transgressed; as he bounced uninhibitedly under the flaming Sun,

I didn’t know what was his destiny; the uncanny map of lines embedded on his mystically immortal palms,

And although I didn’t know anything about him; I still could sacrifice my life for him and infinite more of his kind this very instant; as he was Gods most precious creation; would always be loved for centuries unprecedented as a little child.

You were the ones who cared for me; sacrificed the most minutest of your belongings to see me blossom till times beyond eternity,

You were the ones who incessantly showered gifts upon me; slept many a times without inevitable morsels in your famished stomachs,

You were the ones who safeguarded me like a formidable fortress; taking the brunt of the murderously acrimonious world; directly on your shivering chests,

You were the ones who ensured that I always smiled; weeping inexplicable tears in solitude; as the deviltried to lambaste you from all sides,

You were the ones who unrelentingly encouraged me towards my goal; when the extraneous world outside fretted and turned an uncouthly deaf ear,

You were the ones who sequestered me from every ray of sweltering heat; bathing in whirlwinds of perspiration every instant; as the fireball of Sun; blazed to its most unsurpassably vicious radiance,

You were the ones who responded to even the most faintest of my cries; lived a countless sleepless nights; while I snored to blend with realms of absolute heaven,

You were the ones who instilled in me the essence of life; ensured that my impoverished soul transcended over the boundaries of paradise; even at the cost
of your precious extinction,

You were the ones who taught me how to crawl; walk; conquer every obstacle that confronted me in my way; even when the blood flowing in your veins was rapidly
evaporating over the threshold of obsolete oblivion,

You were the ones who magnanimously nurtured my every desire; saw to it that I diffused the philanthropic fragrance of mankind; even when you were besieged from
all quarters with the most devastating of disease,

You were the ones who passionately discerned the artist fulminating in my beats; even as the planet outside savagely massacred it with swords of macabre manipulation; even before it was born,

You were the ones who shared each unfurling second of my agony; listening to the innermost voices of my heart; even as the society around; was devouring you
in its horrifically greedy belly,

You were the ones who bestowed upon me a roof to live till the times I wanted; even as you coalesced with infinitesimal bits of threadbare dust outside; to pacify my list of ever augmenting demands,

You were the ones who defended me against the most diabolical of foes; selflessly beheading your scalps; to witness me sprout into an unfathomable fountain of
happiness,

You were the ones who stood with me for the love of my life; spending your entire existence in dilapidated dungeons of penance; for the plethora of misdeeds I might have unwittingly committed in my quest for the ultimate summit,

You were the ones who laughed when I laughed; cried when I cried; relinquishing your fathomless list of personal ambitions; to make me eat the fruits that I wanted,

You were the ones who followed me like an incorrigible shadow; in good times as well as bad; even though I snubbed you sometimes with cloudbursts of irascible
pertinence,

You were the ones who perpetually remained my friends for centuries incomprehensible; even as those closest to me stabbed me insidiously with
dagger heads of prejudice,

You were the ones who were immortal angels; having not only given me birth and your name; but harnessing each part my persona till date; with your breath; your
heart; your very own blood,

And even if I assimilated the entire wealth on this earth; it would still prove a fraction too frugal in front of your divinely countenance; instead I proudly proclaim to the entire Universe; that you would always remain; my Godly parents.

You might say that alphabet “I”singularly by itself; was disgustingly conceited; and brought alongwith it; only a dungeon of haplessly asphyxiating doom,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was chauvinistically male; and brought alongwith it; only a maelstrom of pessimistically demented energy,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was devastatingly deteriorating; and brought alongwith it; only a gutter of ignominiously fetid malevolence,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was atrociously invidious; and brought alongwith it; only a mortuary of indiscriminately ghastly meaninglessness,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was vindictively obstreperous; and brought alongwith it; only a coffin of despairingly treacherous defeat,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was drearily egocentric; and brought alongwith it; only a nightfall of never endingly maiming blackness,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was intolerably blasphemous; and brought alongwith it; only a fecklessly oblivious vacuum of ungainly remorsefulness,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was robotically insane; and brought alongwith it; only a holocaust of indelibly ribald obsessiveness,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was demonically perverted; and brought alongwith it; only a jailhouse of treacherously massacring madness,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was tyrannically lambasting; and brought alongwith it; only a carcass of ominously demeaning expletives,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was cadaverously foul some; and brought alongwith it; only tears of inexplicably assassinating gloom,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was lethally crucifying; and brought alongwith it; only a graveyard of doggedly unbearable stench,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was hedonistically slandering; and brought alongwith it; only a preposterously gory shadow of disdain,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was agonizingly incarcerating; and brought alongwith it; only a dust storm of profanely decrepit rebelliousness,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was pugnaciously disconcerting; and brought alongwith it; only a haplessly excoriating bed of venomous thorns,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was preposterously ludicrous; and brought alongwith it; only falsely sycophantic winds of wretched wantonness,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was devilishly beheading; and brought alongwith it; only the footsteps of licentiously whipping hell,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was inconspicuously imbecile; and brought alongwith it; only the cancerous blisters of hopelessly disparaging extinction,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was unacceptably dictatorial; and brought alongwith it; only the ghosts of sinfully plundering selfishness,

But have you ever wondered; that unless and until you don’t endlessly love your ownself; unless and until you don’t commence to timelessly admire every facet of
your divinely blessed existence; unless and until you don’t unflinchingly worship the “I” in your very ownself; how can you ever dream of loving and wholesomely embracing others; how can you ever dream of reaching out to and immortally bonding with every echelon of bountiful living kind?

Because for you to dream of; or ever dare of becoming the united “We”; you inevitably needed to start first with your very own self; you inevitably needed to
start with the Godly alphabet “I”.

Goddamned are those who baselessly criticize; treacherously impede the majestically burgeoning artist; like a morosely ghastly nail in each of his stride,

Goddamned are those who insanely murder; ruthlessly choose innocuously regal human flesh; as a grotesque delicacy to bizarrely tantalize their nocturnal delights,

Goddamned are those who monotonously survive; crucifying every iota of divine sensuousness in the atmosphere around; with swords of derogatorily debasing
rigidity and lunatic corruption,

Goddamned are those who indiscriminately divide; disparagingly dissecting the mantra of eternally symbiotic mankind; into sleazy caste; creed; religion
and ominously ungainly tribe,

Goddamned are those who coldbloodedly snatch; sinfully divesting mothers of their newborn children; egregiously massaging their bald scalps with the blood of the innocently dying,

Goddamned are those who lure impetuous youth into the gallows of unforgivably lurid crime; invidiously manipulating organisms like puppets; so that the scent
of decrepit high society cigarette on their carcasses never died,

Goddamned are those who satanically devastate blissful environment; devilishly decimating trees to enlighten their abodes of horrifically contagious filth and
abhorrent malice,

Goddamned are those who mercilessly slit impeccable throats; roasting Almighty Lord pricelessly sacred life; to lasciviously blend with their raunchy caverns
of vixen and nubile and wine,

Goddamned are those who formidably support the stigma of lugubrious illiteracy; fiendishly terrorizing every sagacious entity who dared to get wonderfully employed,

Goddamned are those who delinquently betray their revered mother land; barbarically selling the very womb from which they were born; to ghosts of hell and gutters
of utterly disgruntling grime,

Goddamned are those who perniciously gamble; meaninglessly waste monumental treasuries of currency on personal prejudice; while countless emaciatingly orphaned children outside had not a morsel to eat and died,

Goddamned are those who viciously adulterate; indefatigably contaminating fathomless fields of ebullient corn and life; with the venom of profanely
gratuitous politics,

Goddamned are those who salaciously imperil the growth of wildlife; implacably poaching all night and sunlit day; just to release that extra itch insanely circumlocuting their snobbish stride, ‘

Goddamned are those who engender asphyxiating war; disseminate insidiously preposterous bloodshed on every conceivable cranny of this gigantic planet,

Goddamned are those who acerbically lead every moment of their life to the rigidly ticking clock; brutally massacring even the most poignantly effusive of their emotions to the conventionally atrocious society,

Goddamned are those who cheat their very own conscience; pugnaciously deluging it with an unsurpassably unending gutter of deleterious corruption,

Goddamned are those who inexorably terrorize in the name of law and order; ruthlessly kill countless innocent under the macabre pretext of spuriously dwindling justice,

Goddamned are those who ridicule euphonically beautiful voice; gruesomely metamorphosing it into; an unfathomable ocean of cacophonically maniacal rioting
and slandering bloodshed,

Goddamned are those who prattle disdainfully about celestial existence; making the most quintessential agenda of their lives to lambaste triumphantly euphoric happiness,

Goddamned are those who pretentiously sob; dissolutely culminating into a cloudburst of fecklessly crocodile tears; just to evoke currency and apathy for their
decayingly obsolete and wearily wastrel life,

Goddamned are those who ambiguously change color; despairingly inflict the fabric of the harmoniously spell binding society; with the germs of castigating cowardice,

Goddamned are those who sardonically torture their own form; putting heinously regretful brakes; upon the Lord’s most blessed chapter of timelessly proliferating creation,

Goddamned are those who surreptitiously plot against mankind; ghoulishly wishing to bombard each of its scintillatingly righteous fraternity; with coffin houses of uxoriously depraving slavery,
Goddamned are those who spit at the old; cold-bloodedly extricate them out of their
ostentatious homes; as infidel pieces of amorphous shit,

Goddamned are those who immutably want bad for every section of humanity; lunatically desirous of replenishing their torn pockets; with their comrade’s
blood; bone and vibrant life,

Goddamned are those who pathetically squander the landscapes of gorgeously uninhibited freedom; abominably whipping the ailingly weak to scrub the
distortedly squalid floors of their; demonic retreat,

Goddamned are those who don’t listen to the voices of their immortal heart; falling like uncontrollably wavering mincemeat; for every non-existent trace of lecherously evil around their souls,

Goddamned are those who iconoclastically torch their own wives; tawdrily rejoice with baselessly libidinous maidens; even as their own children begged discordantly on the sordidly imbecile streets,

Goddamned are those who blatantly lie; forlornly maneuvering their way through a mortuary of countless sins; just to save their sordidly trembling and corpulently stinking skin,

Goddamned are those who maliciously rebuke their parents; licentiously overpowering their every sparkling trace of compassion; to manifest their
hideously tainted goals in life,

Goddamned are those who uncouthly snatch the stick of the debilitatingly old; just in order to extra fortify their already glittering foundations of gold and sanctimonious silver,

Goddamned are those who lividly kick when asked for desperate help; drowning themselves in whirlpools of bombastic cigar smoke and ravenous chicken; even as
immaculate urchins were being torturously stoned to veritable death outside,

And Goddamned are those who lethally snap the wings of perpetual love; cast their vindictively demented eyes upon its exotically everlasting fabric; breathe each
inconsequential breath of their existence; to bawdily squelch vibrant life.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the greatest?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the best?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the most supreme?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the most beautiful?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the most talented?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the most gifted?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the most intelligent?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the most artistic?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the fastest?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the richest?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the biggest?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the most creative?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the most articulate?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the strongest?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the most passionate?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were with the most excellent of destinies? Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were so enchanting?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were smiling immortally?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were always successful?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

Do all of you want to know as to why you were the greatest of lovers?
Well it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

And do all of you want to know as to why you were living without any trace of death hovering around your persona?
Well let me tell you again; that it was simply because of God sitting down on your shoulders.

The power in my legs was gradually diminishing; the toes of my foot were chafed and red at their edges,

The chords of my throat were dreadfully hoarse; the saliva had almost dried up in my mouth,

The sockets beneath my eyes were puffed and as black as coal; with the eyeball appearing as if soaked in blood,

The fingers of my palm were leaning heavily towards the ground; unable to rise an inch despite my most resilient of attempts,

The food in my stomach had slept hours ago; and sensations of hunger had disappeared into thin oblivion,

The blood in my veins flowed slower than the lazy tortoise; my heart beat couldn’t be heard even through the most intricate of machine,

The mosquitoes hovering around my ears were having a merry time; as I felt too nimble to order them to go,

The flames of fire leaping up my body were stupefied; as I didn’t move the slightest; try as hard as they could to increase their fury,

The hollow of my arms had refrained to form sweat; as the perfume bottles on the mantelpiece staring longingly at me to be used,

The pile of electricity bills kept augmenting; as I had neither the capacity to read them; nor the power to shut the switches at whisker lengths from my palms,

The flesh of my body remained as limp as wax; even when poked by burning needles,
The alphabets embossed in bold fonts on the walls; appeared as if engulfed by a
pool of sea water,

The words emanating from my young and robust mouth; sounded as incoherent as the ghost’s speech,

The clothes encompassing my persona fomented people to laugh; as I wasn’t even aware that I had worn my pant in the area reserved for my office shirt,

The time in my watch seemed to be well past midnight; although the day had just crept up from the sky,
The lights on the street seemed dim and fading; as I inadvertently crashed my scooter against decaying heaps of garbage,

The figure of my wife appeared to be double; as I started having nightmares of handling two instead of one,

The people sitting around me had started to get tremendously bored; as I yawned thunderously each time I felt provoked to speak,

The lids of my eye incorrigibly fell down; each time I gathered a battalion of attendants to pull them up,

And before I fell on the ground never to rise again;
GOD PUT ME TO REST, GOD PLEASE BLESS ME WITH SLEEP

God made the voluptuously sapphire crested nightingale; only so that it could stupendously placate all murderously frazzled nerves; with the ingratiating melody in its seductive sound,

God made the sparklingly tranquil rivers; only so that they could astoundingly appease the scorchingly famished throats of countless dreary; with their perennially mystical enthrallment,

God made the vivaciously blazing Sun; only so that it could dazzle its Omnipotent shine to even the most infinitesimally remote corners of this Universe; compassionately comfort one and all; with its marvelously majestic warmth,

God made the celestially resplendent stars; only so that they could shimmer a path of profoundly enamoring mysticism; magnanimously enlighten; the heart of the sullenly gory night,

God made torrential cloudbursts of golden rain; only so that they could tantalizingly reinvigorate acrimoniously parched granules of deadened soil; impregnate scintillating beams of life in those heading towards a morbid extinction,

God made the enigmatically slithering serpent; only so that it could stupendously stupefy the dolorously pallid ambience of the forests; with its inscrutably hissing sounds,

God made the voluptuously titillating rose; only so that it could ubiquitously disseminate its fragrance of perpetual equality to even the most obsolete cranny
of this planet; transform all those besieged with murderous monotony into an
apostle of humanitarian peace,

God made the dexterously chiseled pen; only so that it could emboss countless lines of patriotic literature; handsomely evoke a revolution of holistic togetherness; with the unassailable power of words,

God made the royally towering mountains; only so that they could amiably sequester all tyrannically bereaved in their invincibly formidable swirl; be the very first exemplaries of success perennially kissing the fathomless sky,

God made the ravishingly frothy oceans; only so that they could tantalizingly harbor all innocuously aquatic life; culminate into indispensably priceless salt for the survival of all living beings whether rich or indigent; alike,

God made the vividly boisterous butterflies; only so that they could fascinatingly flutter under profound rays of the midday Sun; mischievously philander and frolic with eternal lovebirds behind the aristocratic hills,

God made the eclectically sprouting seeds; only so that they could bountifully sprout into beautifully salubrious nutrition; become every living organism’s ultimate
panacea to harmoniously survive,

God made the meticulously ticking clock; only so that it could incessantly depict the radically changing shades of ebullient time; sagaciously apprise all about the inevitably passing moments of vibrant life,

God made the fabulously euphoric shadow; only so that it could magnificently soothe the diabolical dungeons of abhorrence; with its spell bindingly silken and exotic touch,

God made the rambunctiously innocuous and piquant hen; only so that it could rhetorically lay a shimmering festoon of poignant eggs; ensure that life indefatigably lingered in the atmosphere; with its series of passionate quacks,

God made the supremely princely peacock; only so that it could dance the most gloriously charming dance on this planet; under torrential downpours of ebulliently
alluring rain,

God made the gregariously clashing clouds; only so that they could grandiloquently deluge the brutally dilapidated cracks on devastated soil; with unsurpassable tumblers of rejuvenating liquid,

God made the tirelessly buzzing and swarming bees; only so that they could continuously diffuse into a web of glitteringly golden honey; ecumenically diffuse a spell of magical sweetness to every dwelling submerged with horrifically disparaging despair,

God made the regally wide eyed owl; only so that it could prudently admonish everyone in vicinity about the most diminutive insinuation of oncoming danger; while the world snored thunderously under the wholesomely crippling blackness of the night,

And God made me; every ingredient of my impoverished heart; blood and soul; only so that I could love you and dedicate every iota of enthusiasm in my body towards writing poetry; for infinite more births yet to come.