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What is the use of a mirror that does not reflect pellucid images, fails to portray the true identity of an individual,

What is the use of a cow which does not give milk; keeps incessantly munching
tones of green grass,

What is the use of a concrete road, which is unable to hold traffic; buckles down under the impact of vehicular load,

What is the use of a tree which does not bear succulent fruit; refrains to yield satiny shadows in order to cool dreary passengers,

What is the use of an aircraft, which stumbles to take off; let apart transport hordes of passengers,

What is the use of a pen that fails to write; inundate the spotless demeanor of bonded paper with umpteenth lines of literature,

What is the use of robust feet, which are unable to walk; transferring their possessors to their required place of destination,

What is the use of articulate fingers, which incorrigibly refuse to draw; hoist the slightest of load from ground,

What is the use of a slimy spider web that fails to imprison innocuous insects; snaps into multiple fragments at the tiniest of caress,

What is the use of car which refrains to start; stutters every unleashing second when traversing the lanes,

What is the use of a black thundercloud, which refrains to rain; sprinkle upon
the parched earth bountiful droplets of water,

What is the use of a bell, which doesn’t produce a shrill sound when rung; lies insipid and limp even when struck voraciously,

What is the use of a bird, which doesn’t fly uninhibitedly in the sky; indolently sleeps in its nest on soil,

What is the use of teeth, which fail to chew food; grinding it scrupulously to facilitate digestion,

What is the use of a river, which does not flow; remains stagnant harboring a
plethora of dead weed and dirt,

What is the use of the sun in the cosmos which does not shine; holding back
its radiance and scintillating light from fumigating the earth,

What is the use of stars which do not twinkle resplendently at night; illuminate the gloomy ambience with rays of exuberant hope,

What is the use of eyes, which cannot see; admire the mesmerizing beauty of the globe,

What is the use of lips, which don’t smile; effusively express feelings of warmth and congeniality,

What is the use of humans which don’t procreate their progeny; fail to imbibe the essence of sharing in their counterpart mates,

What is the use of mud sprawled on the ground; unable to bear crop; blowing with the wind to settle in a bedraggled heap,

What is the use of sword, which miserably fails in protecting its master; in the end becomes an inevitable cause of his assassination,

What is the use of a lock, which opens with the most mundane of key; enabling
burglars to pilfer and plunder at their free will,

What is the use of a scorpion, which is unable to sting; inject its lethal venom when
it matters the most,

What is the use of life which is bereft of adventure; the philanthropic spirit to propagate peace,

And what is the use of a palpable heart which fails to beat even after witnessing true love; remains confined to realms of stringent sophistication.

What is the need of spuriously artificial bulb light; when we have the natural light of the majestically fulminating and Omnipotent Sun; ubiquitously disseminating perpetual rays of hope in every dwelling besieged with horrendous despair?

What is the need of capriciously artificial cologne scent; when we have the natural cocoon of vibrantly blossoming roses in the field; timelessly placating tumultuously aggrieved nerves with the magic of fragrant togetherness?

What is the need of bombastically inflated air-conditioner; when we have the natural draughts of exuberant breeze; enchantingly blowing to pave a pathway of rhapsodic ebullience; even in the most devastated of lives?

What is the need of manipulatively blended factory made sweetness; when we have unfathomable tons of natural honey delectably oozing from the grandiloquently rambunctious hives; infiltrating each beleaguered life with; astronomically priceless
sweetness?

What is the need of vindictively bottled and artificial spices; when we have indefatigable fields of piquant chili; the natural waves of the gigantic ocean; profoundly perpetuating each despicably shattered life; with the poignant elixir to exotically survive?

What is the need of sleazily scintillating artificial jewelry; when we have the marvelously royal oyster; bountifully culminating into a forest of ingratiatingly euphoric pearls; enlightening every dreary heart and the gory retribution of the night;
with milky innocence; alike?

What is the need of the diabolically looming fortresses of mortal and obdurately insensitive steel; when we have the natural entrenchments of perennial mankind; compassionately sequestering even the most tyrannically penurious; in its handsomely sacrosanct belly?

What is the need of insidiously gaudy color towering on each road; when we have the vivaciously natural rainbow shimmering enthrallingly in fathomless bits of sky; enlightening the life of all those miserably shattered; with beams of astounding dexterity?

What is the need of seductively raunchy and pathetically lewd films; when we have the naturally tantalizing carpet of crimson clouds floating in the sky; gorgeously titillating even the most remotely sweltering cranny of this Universe; with thunderbolts of fascinating rain?

What is the need of lethally venomous guns and an anarchic arcade of treacherous bombs; when we have the regally natural blanket of home soil; patriotically blazing in impregnably triumphant glory; above even the most diabolically infidel of traitors?

What is the need of lecherously tainted and ludicrously mechanized cloth; when we have impeccably natural fields of sprawling cotton; chivalrously shielding every orphaned and rich alike; in the heavenly enclosure of its immaculate warmth?

What is the need of bizarrely lugubrious and artificially made somber coffins; when we have the naturally celestial trenches of mud; to harbor and eternally rest the departed mind; body and soul?

What is the need of nonchalantly dolorous strips of trademarked sunglass; when we have the pricelessly natural fold of sensuous lids blissfully encapsulating the drearily exhausted eyeball; imparting it with heavenly rejuvenation; even under the most
acrimoniously belligerent fireball of Sun?

What is the need of baselessly opulent distilled water geysers; when we have the exuberantly natural cascades of the sparkling waterfalls to bathe under; profoundly
reinvigorate even the most morbidly deadened arena of the crumbling skin?

What is the need of preposterously bludgeoning beats of the meaningless discotheque; when we have the naturally melodious and divinely cadence of the
nightingale supremely appease; even the most veritably extinguishing organs of our body?

What is the need of dastardly computers invidiously flashing axioms of truth; when we have the innocuous wails of the freshly born infant; irrefutably proclaiming the cosmos of unassailable righteousness every unfurling minute of the day?

What is the need of nonchalantly lackadaisical tantras; mantras; and religious fanaticism; when we have the Omnisciently Natural blessings of the Almighty Lord; to give us the unprecedented tenacity; of victoriously transcending over the most
horrifically hostile; of path?

What is the need of worthlessly puffed up cylinders of artificial oxygen; when we have the Omnipresently natural cisterns of unsurpassably unending air all
around; miraculously pacifying even the most gorily dying jacket of lungs?

And what is the need of insipidly bulky pacemakers incessantly trying to revive the beats of the vanishing heart; when we have the immortally natural paradise of unconquerable love; not only ensuring that the heart stayed young forever; but perpetually sought love and was wonderfully alive?

What is life without spell binding fantasy; the unprecedented exhilaration to incessantly dance in the valley of untamed adventure?

What is life without marvelously exotic flamboyance; the insatiably perennial desire to be none other than; magnificently bedazzling Sunshine?

What is life without mystically voluptuous enchantment; the milky rays of moon seductivelyenthralling; every iota of your disastrously famished skin?

What is life without tantalizing rain; golden globules of heavenly water tumbling torrentially from the fathomless sky; pacifying every iota of your devastatingly frazzled senses with overwhelming magic and serenity?

What is life without mesmerizing scent; a boundless entrenchment of blissfully celestial rose; tinglingyou majestically on every benign step that you took?

What is life without unrelenting charisma; the bountifully ever green fruits of Mother Nature; divinely greeting you every dawn you ravishingly awoke?

What is life without indefatigable strength; an intrinsically Herculean stamina; which tirelessly propelled you to march unflinchingly; on the path of sagacious righteousness?

What is life without intransigent perseverance; a blazing inferno of patriotic solidarity; beautifully camouflaging every iota of your; fabulously silver sweat?

What is life without your revered ancestors; the intriguing island of profuse nostalgia that they stupendously transited you into; recounting the tales of unending hundred’s of years?

What is life without royally fructifying carpet of enamoring grass; the titillatingly divinely stalks; that surreptitiously flirted with the surrendering energy in your beleaguered soles?

What is life without the blissfully sacrosanct cow; the oceans of impeccable milk which she uninhibitedly oozed; to miraculously fortifying every element of your penuriously staggering countenance?

What is life without perpetually augmenting desire; an unsurpassable yearning to romance with resplendently tinkling goodness; for infinite more births yet
to unfurl?

What is life without the vivaciously boisterous rainbow; the countless myriad of eclectic shades in vibrant life; which made you bask in the full glory of your priceless existence?

What is life without ebulliently compassionate artistry; the unbelievably fantastic aura of the entire Universe; so brilliantly portrayed upon the trajectory of
the; emphatically silken canvas?

What is life without ingratiatingly twinkling stars; the magically opalescent fountain of shimmer that eternally radiated; after the heart of charmingly
gracious midnight?

What is life without enigmatically evoking intuition; the uncanny forest of inexplicable dreams; which blended so splendidly with every ingredient of your
poignant blood?

What is life without ubiquitously blooming humanity; the thread of everlastingly benevolent empathy; which so euphorically coalesced all religions; caste; creed;
and tribes in whirlpools of mankind; alike?

What is life without ecstatic fireballs of breath; the astoundingly tumultuous reinvigoration which it endlessly imparted; to march forward as a messiah of
invincibly divine peace?

What is life without diligently bestowing prayer; the unassailable mantras of humanity; that harmoniously metamorphosed the manipulatively bedraggled planet once again; into a Godly paradise?

And over and above all; what is life without immortally unconquerable love; which was the only Omnipotent panache to timelessly live; and let forever
and ever and ever symbiotically survive.

What is it that makes us speak with eloquence,
Oscillates the fleshy organ of tongue in mouth.

What is it that makes us decipher infinite lines of condensed literature,
Lies trapped in hollow sockets of visual apparatus.

What is it that makes us sweat like an invincible river,
Exorbitantly saps reserve quotas of hidden energy.

What is it that tickles daintily stitched threads of conscience,
Vacillates with every unfolding minute of life.

What is it that makes our hair stand when bitter cold,
Causes surplus goose-bumps multiplying infectiously by the minute.

What is it that lifts our bodies from periphery of earth,
Prompts us to run fast when struck with fear.

What is it that bestows us with a satiny shadow,
Attracts us unanimously towards impeccable pillars of love.

What is it that triggers us to laugh with zeal and profound enthuse,
Imparts us with the bountiful quality of being chivalrous.

What is it that causes incoherent pressure to evacuate our bowels,
Facilitates in healing raw islands of sordid wounds.

What is it that makes us cry in bouts of agonizing hysteria,
Renders us mutilated exposed to the tyranny of life.

What is it that makes us hungry like untamed demons,
Inspires us to trample the innocent indiscreetly.

What is it that makes us oblivious to ticking hours of the clock,
Give our hearts to the person we vehemently love,
Dedicate our lives in due submission of the deity we adore and pray.

A poem is; an everlasting ocean of poignant empathy; that envelops you in winds of insatiable euphoria and tantalizingly rhapsodic caress,

A poem is; a marvelous compilation of majestic art; cascading like the most opulent river of happiness; in your times of morbidly murderous gloom,

A poem is; a cloudburst of tumultuously piquant emotions; forever and irrefutably ensuring that; you kept gallivanting ahead with the delectably pristine ardor of life,

A poem is; a fathomless canvas of vivacious color and ingratiating charm; deluging every cranny of your ludicrously impoverished existence; with all mesmerizing goodness; stupendously overpowering the atmosphere,

A poem is; a wave of glorious royalty that romantically sweeps across your dreary nerves every dawn; titillates you into fireballs of untamed imagination; all throughout the fabric of the voluptuously enchanting night,

A poem is; the most grandiloquently flaming epitome of triumph; harboring you in its invincible belly of endless fantasy; nourishing each iota of your blood; like a sacrosanct mother,

A poem is; a boisterously humming bee of ecstatic jubilation; diffusing the profound sweetness of mystical existence; on whichever path you chose to
philanthropically tread,

A poem is; an unfathomable myriad of enigmatic undulations; intriguingly weaving through unsurpassable joy and inexplicable gloom in life; alike,

A poem is; the most embellished form of written expression; catapulting you to infinite kilometers above the divinely conglomerate of celestial clouds; to bask in the unprecedented glory of priceless learning,

A poem is; an incomprehensible mountain of intrepid philosophy; the most turbulently ebullient portrayal of the mind; body and blissfully philandering soul,

A poem is; a symbol of ubiquitous harmony; uniting civilizations irrespective of caste; creed or color from all across the fathomless planet; in its invincible blanket of humanity; alike,

A poem is; an unequivocal path of righteousness that transpires you to wholeheartedly pursue your gorgeous curtain spread of benevolent dreams; your spice to passionately embrace life and lifeless sleep; romantically and alike,
A poem is; an unrelenting thunderbolt of perennial desire; encapsulating your diabolically dwindling bones; with the eternal fervor to exhilaratedly leap
forward in vibrant life,

A poem is; the sacrosanct constituent of a writers imagination; his intransigent propensity and heavenly fodder; to compassionately lead a countless more
exotic lives,

A poem is; a boundlessly ardent craving for harmonious bliss to impregnably descend; incarcerating all those disastrously devastated; with the incredulously
ingratiating melody in its rhythm,

A poem is; a resplendently twinkling sky of perpetual yearning; showering its rain of unparalleled enthusiasm; upon every quarter of this earth; besieged with horrifically debilitating darkness,

A poem is; a magical whirlpool of fervently diffusing breath; that instills Omnipotent life; even in the most languidly ungainly and satanically maimed,

A poem is; a tantalizingly seducing princess; grandiloquently culminating into a mist of fascinating desire and astoundingly bountiful grace; on every iota of space; she blessedly blended with,

Over and above all; A poem is; the innermost fulmination of the immortally throbbing heart; transcending well above the boundaries of conventionally parasitic form; rule and structure; every true artists desire to take indefatigably breath for; abnegating his last trace of life for it; only to rejoice with it perpetually in realms of Omnipresent heaven.

What tomorrow would bring for me in its exhilaratingly blissful winds; I didn’t care; nor did have even the tiniest of longing to know,
But what I was unconquerably sure about was that; each ingredient of my emaciated eye ardently wanted towitness your divinely silhouette this very moment; without the slightest of hindrance in between and the recital of NO.

What tomorrow would bring for me in its graciously bountiful lap; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most diminutive of longing to know,
But what I was unassailably sure about was that; each droplet of my trembling blood fervently wanted to blend with your philanthropically handsome goodness this very moment; without the slightest of impediments in between and the recital of NO.

What tomorrow would bring for me in its ingratiatingly inexplicable horizons; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most parsimonious of longing to know,
But what I was unfathomably sure about was that; each line of my impoverished palm insatiably wanted to entwine with your majestically unfurling life this very moment; without the slightest of darkness in between and the recital of NO.

What tomorrow would bring for me in its royally resplendent swirl; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most mercurial of longing to know,
But what I was invincibly sure about was that; each cracked contour of my lips triumphantly wanted to intermingle with your sensuously iridescent senses this very moment; without the slightest of morass in between and the recital of NO.

What tomorrow would bring for me in its enigmatically philandering breath; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most remote longing to know,
But what I was boundlessly sure about was that; each vein of my abysmally faltering legs zanily wanted to coalesce with your benevolently humanitarian stride this very moment; without the slightest of duress in between and the recital of NO.

What tomorrow would bring for me in its celestially vibrant fabric; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most oblivious longing to know,
But what I was indefatigably sure about was that; each chord of my preposterously scorched throat tumultuously wanted to slaver your Samaritan sweetness this very moment; without the slightest of treachery in between and the recital of NO.

What tomorrow would bring for me in its vividly coruscated dawn; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most cloistered of longing to know,
But what I was impregnably sure about was that; each miserably bereaved bone of mine unrelentingly wanted the compassionate caress of your magical palms this
very moment; without the slightest of embroilment in between and the recital of NO.

What tomorrow would bring for me in its spell bindingly enamoring resplendence; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most insipid of longing to know,
But what I was limitlessly sure about was that; each sordidly estranged pore of my flesh perennially wanted to bond with your rhapsodic melody this very moment;
without the slightest of bedlam in between and the recital of NO.

What tomorrow would bring for me in its enchantingly fragrant corridor; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most infidel of longing to know,
But what I was fathomlessly sure about was that; each devastatingly diminishing breath of mine perpetually wanted to entwine with your altruistically fearless
life this very moment; without the slightest of inhibition in between and the recital of NO.

And what tomorrow would bring for me in its redolently euphoric wave; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most ephemeral of longing to know,
But what I was supremely sure about was that; each beat of my gratuitously feckless heart immortally wanted to entrench with your love this very moment; without the slightest of hesitation in between and the recital of NO.

The tantalizingly seductive periphery of your lusciously crinkled lips; mesmerized me to only an infinitesimally fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to suckle their unbelievably triumphant and harmoniously mellifluous sweetness; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The voluptuously rubicund contours of your fantastically nubile cheeks; enchanted me to only a diminutively fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to absorb in their charismatically robust and perennially bountiful luster; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The sensuously embellished fringes of your mischievously dancing eyelashes; stupefied me to only a parsimoniously fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to become every royally untainted wink that you uninhibitedly executed; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The ravishingly enticing swirl of your pristinely black hair; reinvigorated me to only an abstemiously fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to intertwine each of my senses with their magically virgin tresses; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The stupendously fearless voice that wafted from your ardently melodious throat; enamored me to only a spartanly fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to blissfully make each of your sounds as the sole elixir of my impoverished life; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The unbelievably gorgeous silhouettes of your fragrantly moistened belly; dazzled me to only a miserly fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to make dwelling in its invincibly compassionate warmth; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The unconquerable tinkle of ornaments on your insuperably heavenly fingers;
enlightened me to only a nimbly fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to revel in their majestically unhindered cocoons of original artistry; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The effulgently resplendent sheen of your bewitchingly emollient nostrils;
entranced me to only a restrictedly fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to euphorically bounce in their indomitably Omnipotent breath; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The oligarchic shapes of your unflinchingly parading feet; enthralled me to only an impoverishedly fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to become every ubiquitously uniting step that they tread; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The fabulously golden shades of your victoriously holistic sweat; fascinated
me to only an inconspicuously fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to bathe in its essence of emolliently honest perseverance; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The beguiling sway of your daintily adorned earlobes; spell bound me to only
a penuriously fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to imbibe the spirit of truth that they timelessly heard; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The vivaciously effervescent flow of your iridescently humanitarian blood;
captivated me to only an ephemerally fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to blend my soul with the countless ingredients of symbiotic humanity in it; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The profoundly enigmatic vacillations of your regally unfettered shadow;
mitigated me to only an ethereally fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to timelessly siesta in its unassailably philanthropic serenity; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The kingly whites of your inexhaustibly dancing eyes; mystified me to only an infidel fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to tirelessly sight my reflection in their mirror of ubiquitously unparalleled righteousness; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The limitless fleet of goose-bumps on your excitedly exuberant nape; sublimed me to only a truncatedly fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to continuously maneuver to every of its passionate swirl; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The unlimited repertoire of actions that emanated from your sagaciously venerated persona; recharged me to only a fractionally fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to mélange with every flow of priceless truth and humanity that they sprouted into; for an infinite more births yet to come.

The miraculously exquisite panic button in your indefatigably ebullient belly; pepped me to only a flaccidly fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to become the nexus of its blessedly altruistic existence; for an infinite more births yet to come.
And the unceasing throbbing of your perpetually fervent heart; impressed me to only a lackadaisically fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to bond my mind; body; and soul with the beats of its immortally unshakable love; for an infinite more births yet to come.

How deep is the ocean I do not know; but what I do know is that I would extricate the oil trapped within; to make it more enjoyable for people to swim,

How colossal is the sky I do not know; but what I do know is that I would stop it being invaded by obnoxious missiles; making it a paradise for birds to fly,

How dense is the forest I do not know; but what I do know is that I would prevent innocent trees from being chopped; making it more mesmerizing for the animals to live in,

How lanky is the mountain I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
terminate all mining activity on its slopes; making it more stupendous for sheep to philander on,

How vast is the desert I do not know; but what I do know is that I would placate the thirst of every organism I encountered; to grant it reprieve from the agony of scorching heat,

How acrimonious is the heat of fire I do not know; but what I do know is that I would alleviate the same by pouring pails of chilled water; thereby impeding the surrounding environment from being torched,

How lethal is the sting of scorpion I do not know; but what I do know is that I would suck it from innocuous flesh; saving it wholesomely from jaws of savage death,

How resplendent are the colors of rainbow I do not know; but what I do know is
that I would stop abhorrent gases from obscuring their ingratiating view

How dark is a blind mans life I do not know; but what I do know is I would offer him my shoulder to lean upon; comforting him in times of bizarre distress,

How eloquent is the nightingale I do not know; but what I do know is that I would prevent obstreperous noises from circulating; making its voice the solo one in the still atmosphere,

How thick is blood I do not know; but what I do know is that I would curtail
it from flowing profusely; tying across it the bandage of my unadulterated love,

How disastrous is the earthquake I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would mitigate the suffering prevailing; by hoisting all infants lying discarded without their mothers,

How piquant is white salt I do not know; but what I do know is that I would procure it in its purest form from the sea; to distribute among who cherish its taste,

How scintillating is the pearl I do not know; but what I do know is that I would prevent it from being mutilated and marketed commercially all around,

How black is darkness I do not know; but what I do know is that I would not
let it linger for more than the night; snapping it completely with the first rays of transient dawn,

How frosty is milk I do not know; but what I do know is that I would sequester
mother cow from abuse and trips to the abattoir,

How redolent is the rose I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
prevent it from being plucked indiscriminately from the blossoming shrub,

How diabolical is the demon I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
prevent him from disrupting the tranquility and benevolence of society,

How omniscient is the creator I do not know; but what I do know is that I would burn all fingers pointing against him; annihilate even the most minuscule trace of blasphemy enveloping his sacrosanct persona,

And how long am I going to live I do not know; but what I do know is that would entirely dedicate every unveiling minute of my life; to my mother; my beloved and the God who endowed upon me the prowess to live and love

For him man was not as disdainfully black as charcoal; or as white as the impeccable crusts of ice-cream,

For him man was not as tall as the mountains; or as weak as the diminutive ant,

For him man was not as rich as the royal king; or as impoverished as the beggar shivering on the streets,

For him man was not as intellectual as the ingenious scientist; or as dumb as the lunatic imprisoned within the corridors of the mental asylum,

For him man was not as strong and tenacious as the towering elephant; or as meek as the minuscule mosquito,

For him man was not as robust as the rubicund apple; or as fragile and rotten as the sprinkled garbage,

For him man was not as sacrosanct as the sagacious saint; or as hideous as the diabolical devil,

For him man was not as fast as the contemporary computer; or as lazy as the pig lying unwashed on the slopes for weeks,

For him man was not as fat as the ostentatiously inflated balloon; or as thin as the neglected strand of the broomstick,

For him man was not as educated as the literary scholar; or as illiterate as the clerk who used his thumb and toe to sign the documents,

For him man was not as beautiful as the mesmerizing fairy; or as satanic as the witch hovering around in the haunted house,

For him man was not as successful as the dynamic Business tycoon; or as maimed as the bleary eyed boy polishing boots on the street,

For him man was not as sharp as the stupendously sighted hawk; or as dark as the baby born perpetually blind,

For him man was not as supernatural as the magician executing astounding tricks; or as normal as the student slogging overwhelmingly hard to pass his examinations,

For him man was not as impeccable as golden honey; or as appalling as the uncouth murderer wandering at will in the open valley,

For him man was not as perfect and meticulous as the invincible angel; or as prone as the inevitably erring teenager,

For him man was not as brilliant as the flamboyant body of the fiery Sun; or as morbid as the corpse slithering on earth,

For him man was not as belligerent as the gleaming knife; or as soggy as salubrious cherries nestling on the cake,

For him man was not as mature and prudent as the owl; or as imbecile as the new born infant,

For him man was not as fragrant as the incredulously voluptuous rose; or as decaying as the dead fish lying still on the shores,

For him man was not as bearded as the dense foliage of the jungle; or as clean shaven as the ducks floating on tepid pools of water,

And for the Creator man was not a ‘Hindu’, ‘Muslim’, ‘Christian’, ‘Buddhist’; or one following ‘Hinduism’, ‘Islam’, ‘Christianity’, ‘Buddhism’.etc.,

What he actually considered man was an entity which he had evolved as a pair of flesh and bones on this planet; a mouth to speak and two eyes to sight; who had the ability to procreate millions of his kind; who had the unflinching ability to keep his Universe moving; and over and above all one who had the uncanny ability to keep the paradise of his dreams always and immortally alive.

What happens when branch leaves wither in freezing winter,
the tree body stands devoid of leafy clothing all day and night.

What happens when frosty cream is sucked from cow milk,
the solution rendered listless, resembles white mineral water.

What happens pure petrol is mixed with stale kerosene,
the car machinery stutters, vomits in pain, unable to budge an inch further.

What happens when a horse is kissed by fiery cigarette butt,
it throws its master topsy-turvy, galloping at mounting spurts of speed.

What happens when the vociferous sea is evacuated of water,
demonic thunder clouds of rain refrain from being formed.

What happens when children are introduced to the nefarious world of crime,
they indulge in rampant massacre, consuming human blood like stream water.

What happens when chunks of bread are left to die,
red ant and a plethora of fungus devour it rapidly.

What happens when body is drenched with rotten tobacco juice,
there develops an everlasting stench of decayed lizard.

What happens when coconut shell is slammed hard on human skull,
the fruit bursts open proving feeble against volatile energy of the brain.

What happens when we swallow a pitcher full of scotch whisky,
the inbuilt body clock remains in heavy sedation all Sunlit day.

What happens when partially blind left are to waver on the busy street,
they guide themselves adroitly, relying solely on sensory touches of touch and smell.

What happens when human beings are replaced by robots,
tasks get executed to immaculate perfection, without palpable emotions of hatred and unbiased love.