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Each building had boundless floors; but for me the best floor was the floor on which she resided; danced in tireless exuberance and untamed passion every unfurling hour,

Each city had boundless roads; but for me the best road was the one on which she trespassed; purifying the soil on which she tread with her sacrosanct footsteps,

Each garden had boundless roses; but for me the best rose was the one she caressed; left her exotic perfume lingering mystically upon its enchanting persona,

Each tree had boundless branches; but for me the best branch was the one on which she sat; imparting it her compassionate warmth and stupendously charismatic grace,

Each dictionary had boundless words; but for me the best word was the one she uttered; explicitly pronounced it with majestic authority,

Each cloud in the cosmos showered boundless droplets of rain; but for me the best droplet was the one that drenched her completely; made her look even more
voluptuous in the creamy shine of the moonlit night,

Each kite had boundless strings; but for me the best string was the one which she adroitly pulled; fomenting the canvas to escalate with handsome supremacy in the boisterous packet of fervent air,

Each day had boundless minutes; but for me the best minute was the one in which she smiled; profoundly illuminated the abysmally dreary atmosphere with the
rhapsody circulating in her countenance,

Each light had boundless rays; but for me the best ray was the one which fell on her gorgeously hazel eyes; providing my miserably defeated body with the inevitable rejuvenation and tenacity it badly wanted,

Each mountain had boundless slopes; but for me the best slope was the one on which she ebulliently wandered; metamorphosing its barren demeanor into one
with fecund and bountiful fertility,

Each bank had boundless notes; but for me the best note was the one which she hoisted; granting it the magical prowess of proliferating at electric speeds on
its very own,

Each river had boundless streams; but for me the best stream was the one in which she bathed; sending uncontrollable shivers down my spine when I sighted
her tantalizingly ravishing hair,
Each cactus had boundless thorns; but for me the best thorn was the one she inadvertently pricked; as I got an infinitesimally minuscule chance; the supreme
privilege of bonding with her droplet of poignantly crimson blood,

Each train had boundless windows; but for me the best window was the one in which she sighted her royal reflection; gave a new definition to beauty as she uninhibitedly admired the fabulously fleeting scenery,

Each hand had boundless lines; but for me the best line was the one she traced; deciphered its deeply enigmatic meaning; the bearing it would have on future
life,

Each rainbow had boundless shades; but for me the best shade was the one which she adored; bounced with unprecedented jubilation as it pilfered in through her
pellucid bedroom glass,

Each school had boundless children; but for me the best child was the one she lifted in her egalitarian arms; deluging its innocuous ears with tales of mystical mankind,

Each skin had boundless hair; but for me the best hair was the one she ardently stroked; triggering a catharsis of fiery emotions to naturally emit out,

Each showroom had boundless clothes; but foe me the best fabric was the one she wore on her superlatively impeccable body; the one which diffused her mesmerizing fragrance for centuries unsurpassable,

And each heart had boundless cavities; but for me the best cavity was the one which immortally incarcerated her love; and as a matter of fact I was irrefutably proud to state that in this case; the cavity belonged only to me; the cavity was purely mine.

I built a palace of pure molten wax,
painting it with gaudy coats of tree root color,
studding the kingly doors with brooches of gold,
providing a plethora of waterfall dribbling down,
the fragile walls built with reinforced slabs of burnt candle debris.

the blistering waves of sun caused hot juices to flow,
placid reflections of full moon embodied it with loads of strength,
obnoxious currents of wind punctured depressions in its wall,
torrential whips of rain rendered it softer in texture,
prowling mass of mice burrowed tunnels of semicircular dimension,
handsome eagles laid white eggs on its roof,
a cluster of termite nibbled at foundations way below the ground,
a battalion of hybrid horse ran across its periphery,
venomous snakes slithered on satiny floors,
sharp nailed leopards clawed incessantly for instant gratification.

the arduous spells of summer soon arrived,
uncouth light of the sun now replaced the cushion of suspended moisture,
blazing rays of sun god now engulfed it with buoyant tenacity,
stringent currents of merciless wind pounded with full might,
the wax cried all scorching day,
wept infinte tears bereft of traces of respite,
colossal exteriors of the palace deteriorated at amazing speeds,
the savage heat of sun had prompted the inevitable,
transforming the palace once flooded with grandiloquent riches,
reducing it to an ocean of candle wax strewn on acres of fertile farm land.

Shielding her eyes like a new born infant; with traditional tinges of profuse mascara embellishing her tantalizing eyelashes,

Pursing her voluptuously sculptured lips to the most unprecedented limits; beads of silver perspiration dribbling down her innocuous cheeks,

Admiring her persona profoundly; intermittently glimpsing at the mirror; which glowed all the more with her mesmerizing countenance,

Humming mystically to herself; as she restlessly tossed on the grandiloquent carpet of moist grass,

Shivering in inexplicable excitement; like the dainty globules of snow melting in poignant harmony under the dazzling Sun,

Exuberantly inhaling the scent of the gorgeously blossoming flowers; drowning herself into the heavenly fragrance that emanated; till centuries immemorial,

Giggling uncontrollably at the tiniest provocation by her friends; thoroughly astounded by her incredulously tinkling laughter resonating countless times after
colliding with the walls,

Spending fathomless hours in front of her ostentatious vanity glass; adorning each part of her vivacious body; with a festoon of royally shimmering pearls,

Blushing to unfathomable limits with the ebulliently gushing breeze; chasing gaudily striped butterflies with a tenacity befitting the timeless angels,

Fidgeting with her nails in tumultuous rhapsody; an inferno of insatiable passion dancing ardently in her eyes,

Fantasizing beyond pragmatic boundaries of comprehension; philandering with the stupendously singing fairies high beyond realms of the sky,

Basking in the pearly magnificence of the midnight moon; with her hands entwined in an insurmountably compassionate stranglehold,

Whistling in inexorable ecstasy at the birds perched on the trees; tracing the intricate lines of her palms with her enchantingly glistening index finger,

Nostalgically reminiscing those moments when she first cried in the lap of her mother; and the stage now when she was about to become one,
Trespassing barefoot on the paths freshly blended with rain; with the unbelievably seductive sound of her golden anklets rousing every entity on this Universe; from the heart of deep sleep,

Indefatigably feeling higher than the sapphire ocean of clouds; although she transgressed in the fullest of her senses on bare bits of loose soil,

Intransigently wishing for time to come to an abrupt standstill; with her astronomically ravishing beauty taking complete control of the mundane atmosphere,

Awaiting with fervent anticipation for the immortally sacred marriage ceremony to unveil; bonding her forever with the mate of her every dream,

She prayed tirelessly to the Creator; to bestow every day of her life like this one; when she majestically crowned herself and proudly proclaimed to all listening; that she
was indeed the BRIDE.

Bravery is not the slightest in salaciously sucking blood; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so diabolically suck their blood; asking the Omnipotent Lord to further enlighten them with the spirit of benevolently
priceless selflessness,

Bravery is not the slightest in brutally racist discrimination; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so satanically discriminate them; asking the unassailable Lord to further bless them with the winds
of symbiotically infallible oneness,

Bravery is not the slightest in sacrilegiously unforgivable abuse; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so wretchedly abuse them; asking the triumphant Lord to further enrich them with mellifluously unshakable
harmony,

Bravery is not the slightest in inconsolably delirious hatred; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so tyrannically hated them; asking the Omnipresent Lord to further replenish them with oceans of unsurpassable compassion,

Bravery is not the slightest in fanatically religious intolerance; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so horrendously desecrate them; asking the undefeated Lord to further sublime them with the one and
only religion of humanity,

Bravery is not the slightest in devilishly deteriorating lies; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so maliciously deceive them; asking the eternal Lord to further immortalize them with the heavens of altruistic truth,

Bravery is not the slightest in inflicting pugnacious impoverishment; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so hideously make them poor; asking the ubiquitous Lord to further gift them with the insuperably
redolent aura of unity,

Bravery is not the slightest in sadistically blinding; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so ghastily blinded them; asking the Omniscient Lord to further bestow them with the light of unconquerably egalitarian
optimism,

Bravery is not the slightest in perpetuating dastardly homelessness; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so gorily devastated them; asking the benign Lord to further illuminate them with the lantern of pricelessly poignant togetherness,

Bravery is not the slightest in treacherously penalizing war; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so unsparingly bombarded them; asking the ever-pervading Lord to further rejuvenate them with the endlessly
victorious Universe of peace,

Bravery is not the slightest in demonically victimizing rape; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so heartlessly raped them; asking the everlasting Lord to further ameliorate them with the desire to live and
let live every unfurling instant of life,

Bravery is not the slightest in disastrously poisoning with the seeds of prejudice; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so egregiously vindicated them; asking the undying Lord to further motivate them with the quintessentially perennial ingredients of humanity,

Bravery is not the slightest in cold-bloodedly massacring artistry; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so wantonly maimed their arms and legs; asking the royal Lord to further fortify them with the skies of jubilantly amiable brotherhood,

Bravery is not the slightest in ominously dumbing the tongue; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so tawdrily circumscribed their freedom of speech; asking the impregnable Lord to further reinvigorate them with the limitless melody of divine creation,

Bravery is not the slightest in truculently freezing the senses; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so hedonistically pulverized their fantasies; asking the infallible Lord to further embellish them with the unendingly amalgamated strength of majestic living kind,

Bravery is not the slightest in despicably slandering slavery; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so bigotedly incarcerated them; asking the interminable Lord to further liberate them with the mantra
of ecstatically divinely proliferation,

Bravery is not the slightest in licentiously shameful betrayal; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so cannibalistically broke their hearts; asking the bountiful Lord to further rehabilitate them with all the richness of mother nature on this fathomlessly enamoring planet,

Bravery is not the slightest in politically perverted terrorism; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those so mercilessly evaporated every trace of their felicity; asking the unchallangable Lord to further metamorphose them into the ultimate paradise of peace and humanitarian prosperity,

And Bravery is not the slightest in sinfully killing an infinite of living and mankind; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so uncouthly asphyxiated the air in their lungs; asking the Lord to further consecrate them with the immortally philanthropic atmosphere of vivid life

The vast turbulent waters have a shade of cloud blue,
Possessing strong and high rising waves,
That gives a nice and hearty feeling,
And are unable to touch the highest nail on the ceiling.

The sky laughs at the waves,
Greets them with a lop-sided grin,
Advising them to keep fit and trim.

The advancing waters kiss the shore line,
They want to be near the sand,
To get far and distant from the obstreperous ferry band.
The waters move with the tune of the air,
Creating loud and stringent blares.

The sand seeps gallons of water at the shore,
Acting as a good and natural utility bore,
The colossal sea waters eventually evaporate into a dark cloud,
That gives the sound of loud rumbling thunder,
Pelting down sheets of much awaited torrential rain,
To enrich and develop the oncoming food grain.

When I consumed a fat biscuit of mud; trying to masticate it fervently with my
angular teeth,
I simply failed to succeed; the mud impregnated a bitter taste in my mouth;
and I inevitably puked out the curry with anguished sighs and gasps.

When I devoured a biscuit of stone; gulping It down with a glassful of mineral
water,
My stomach felt a trifle uneasy trying hard to accept this alien food; and it
finally came out intact and composite; a few hours after I painstakingly
expurgated my bowels.

When I chewed a biscuit of royal gold; endeavoring to soften it with the slimy
layer of my saliva,
Horrendous feelings of wasting currency engulfed my mind; and I immediately
spewed out the biscuit; trying to retain its natural contour and shine.

When I ate a rotund biscuit of condensed chocolate; replete with bountiful
fillings of sweet candy,
I felt good in the beginning; but my felicity soon transited into dismay; when
the blood report indicated that I had astronomically high levels of sugar.

When I tasted a piquant biscuit of green chili; blended commensurately with
garlic powder,
I rampantly screamed as if stabbed by a thousand burnt needles; scampered like
never before to the nearest source of portable water.

When I put a biscuit of almond soap in my mouth; there was gargantuan froth
produced as a manifestation,
Infinite bubbles elastic in texture now emanated whenever I opened my mouth;
and there was an insurmountable urge in my persona to thoroughly cleanse my
tongue.

When I languidly placed a biscuit of frozen snow in my mouth; the complexion
of my face transformed to a scarlet crimson,
Unfathomable clusters of taste died there itself; and I felt gruesome shivers
cascading down my spine.

When I attempted to gnaw at a biscuit of rusty iron; there was tumultuous
force exerted on my teeth,
They finally buckled under the intractable pressure; leaving rivulets of
sticky blood oozing from my lips.

When I feverishly tried to eat a biscuit of compressed honey; there was an
infectious sweetness that enveloped my mouth,
But when I got up in the morning after a contended nights sleep; there was a
battalion of red ant crawling all over; inserting their tiny pincers in my flesh.

And eventually when I consumed the biscuit of love; which was stitched
meticulously by her; with threads of our perpetual love,
My body felt profoundly rejuvenated; all the dreariness seemed to have
evaporated into thin air; and it was now that I felt that I was invincible;
beyond the inexplicable limits of this world.

The biggest happiness on this earth for me; was your velvety string of voluptuous eyelashes,

The biggest anticipation on this earth for me; was your daintily tinkling and approaching footsteps,

The biggest beauty on this earth for me; was the ensemble of ravishing hair cascading lusciously down your petite shoulders,

The biggest security on this earth for me; was your immortal embrace making me invincible against any attack of the hostile world,

The biggest festival on this earth for me; was your enchanting pair of lips enticing me to rise like an untamed arrow even from the midst of thunderous snore and sleep,

The biggest literature on this earth for me; was the one embossed on your heart; the one hidden in your enigmatic eyes; which I took several lives to decipher,

The biggest mysticism on this earth for me; was your stupendously alluring shadow; that made me fall with a shudder on the naked ground,

The biggest imagination on this earth for me; was the countless strokes of your rubicund tongue as you spoke; uttering the English language with great command and unprecedented supremacy,

The biggest fire on this earth for me; was the desire burning in your soul; the overwhelming passion circulating rampantly in your crimson blood,

The biggest scent on this earth for me; was your golden perspiration that dribbled unrelentingly from your arms and toes,

The biggest atmosphere on this earth for me; was the breath flowing from your nose; the compassionate air diffusing imprisoning me in inseparable bonds of love,

The biggest fame on this earth for me; was to be known by your grace; to be called umpteenth number of times by you in the unveiling day,

The biggest wealth on this earth for me; was your unfathomable reservoir of emotion; the sparkling tears of ecstasy that oozed from your eyes as you sighted me,

The biggest venom on this earth for me; was the volley of expletives you hurled at me when profoundly agitated,
The biggest bruise on this earth for me; was the short time phase when you left me and went to visit your relatives,

The biggest religion on this earth for me; was the things you revered; the message you vehemently wanted to propagate and instill in all mankind,

The biggest shock on this earth for me; was when you closed your eyes for fractions of a second; sank to the ground for just a moment in sheer exhaustion,

The biggest pleasure on this earth for me; was lying every brilliant dawn and starry night in the impregnable folds of your lap; blending wholesomely with you as the winds drifted by,

And the biggest victory on this earth for me; was your body; the way it delectably swished and moved; the way it slept and awoke; and over and above all the way it uninhibitedly admired me for all what I was; irrespective of my infinite faults and fallacies.

The best way to tackle depression; was to start running rampantly; with the moonlight to guide you wherever you went,

The best way to tackle dreariness; was to splash your eyes infinite times with sea water; let the rejuvenating spray take complete control of your agonized nerves,

The best way to tackle fear; was to stare unrelentingly into the eyes of the devil; without flinching the slightest,

The best way to tackle pimples cropping up on the skin; was to scrub your face thoroughly with fresh riverside mud; commence work as soon as possible; leaving the rest upon time to heal,

The best way to tackle hysterical sorrow; was to laugh uncontrollably as if nothing happened; blend yourself wholesomely with the pragmatic present,

The best way to tackle boredom; was to frantically whistle any tune that struck your mind; stringently piercing the silence of the night,

The best way to tackle shyness and reservations; was to take a stroll every morning on the 200th floor of the building; letting the pugnacious rays of the sun; sizzling every pore of your petrified skin,

The best way to tackle a financial crisis; was presuming yourself to be the richest man in your fantasy; continuing to work with all that you were endowed with; to irrefutably succeed,

The best way to tackle the boss’s insults and plethora of rebukes; was to pay heed to them with one ear; and let them pass away like non-existent wisps of smoke from the other,

The best way to tackle the hideous looking burglar, was to welcome him with a glass of chilled coke and smiles; depicting to him that you weren’t a trifle perturbed by his vicious onslaught into the house,

The best way to tackle a sore throat; was to sing at the top of your lungs any tune that struck your heart; drowning yourself completely in the rhapsody of the sound; thereby converting your affliction into a beautiful asset,

The best way to tackle a stream of negativity lingering inevitably in your mind; was to resolutely iterate that you were going to win; the first thing as you woke up at the blossoming of dawn,
The best way to tackle the incessant stammering you did in front of your beloved; was to stand tall to your full height; hold back your breath for long seconds of time; before you audaciously blurted out ‘I love you’; with fire blazing in your eyes,

The best way to tackle the stormy sea; was to swim against the choppy waves with insurmountable fervor; greet each swirl of water as it rose with a yell catapulting you to victory,

The best way to tackle your tears from oozing every second; was to resiliently drink them clenching your teeth; as soon as they arose,

The best way to tackle the uncouth world; was to be least affected by the lecherous society; keep surging ahead relentlessly; till the last iota of your mission was accomplished,

The best way to tackle the wildly swishing cricket ball; was to whip it left, right and center; with swashbuckling strokes of your bat,

The best way to tackle pain; was to turn a blind eye to it whenever it happened; considering yourself unsurpassably lucky in comparison to those who had already died,

The best way to tackle your urge to keep living immortally; was to realize that there wasn’t a single household in the entire universe; with all its members breathing alive,
And the best way to tackle life; was to execute your daily tasks to the pinnacle of your ability; help as many people as you encountered on the streets in some way or the other; and then leave the rest to the Almighty Creator.

The best way to pay him back for giving me precious sight; was to help all those staggering haphazardly in the darkness with their eyes wholesomely blinded,

The best way to pay him back for inundating my treasury with overwhelming gold and infinite biscuits of silver; was to disseminate it judiciously amongst all those impoverished; and who really needed it,

The best way to pay him back for stashing my warehouses and stomach with the most delectable of food; was to feed everyday all those famished since ages; orphans, destitute and the old on the brink of ghastly death,

The best way to pay him back for curing me of inexplicable disease; vanquishing all my pain with a single caress of his magical fingers; was to do my best in saving as many lives as possible all around; provide my shoulder for the weak to lean upon,

The best way to pay him back for the robust blood he circulated incessantly through my veins; was to donate an infinitesimal fraction of the same; to those
who desperately needed it,

The best way to pay him back for the mesmerizing voice that he had bestowed upon me with; was to sing as unrelentingly as I could far and wide across the globe; try and mollify the sorrow prevailing in hidden quarters of the streets,

The best way to pay him back for making me as strong as an ox; with raw muscle bulging bombastically from my demeanor; was to use it to protect all those infirm and weak woman; who were being deprived by the lecherous society,

The best way to pay him back for endowing me with a splendidly ingenious brain; was to utilize all my knowledge accumulated to evolve ideas to save perishing mankind,

The best way to pay him back for inundating my driveway with a battalion of swanky cars; was to take all orphaned children for a whirlwind ride; trigger off tingling smiles on their dead faces,

The best way to pay him back for embedding every space of my cupboard with incredulous suits and dresses; was to cover as many shivering bodies as I could; with heaps of cloth and compassionate warmth,

The best way to pay him back for showering upon me with thousands of lines of poetry; was to recite them to all those bereaved and in bizarre affliction; when every other medicine had miserably failed to have the slightest of impact,
The best way to pay him back for giving me a tinkling smile; making sure that I didn’t cry even once in my entire life; was to spread the essence of the same to all those
just about to die,

The best way to pay him back for giving me a sixth sense to prognosticate mystical happenings; was to admonish people before hand; of the possible dangers that might be lurking around their visage,

The best way to pay him back for flooding my wells with sparkling water; impregnating every open space in my house with streams of voluptuous froth; was to pacify the thirst the every person I encountered on the roads; the villagers scorching under sweltering heat of the Sun; bearing the brunt of acrimonious drought,

The best way to pay him back for giving me such a caring and adorable mother; who attended to even the most minuscule of my commands; was to embrace all those children suffering on the streets; starting each day of theirs with begging bowls scintillating in their palms,

The best way to pay him back for imparting me the love of my life; was seeing to it that no heart in this world ever broke; trying without respite to blend once
again; shattered souls together,

The best way to pay him back for giving me breath; seeing to it that it robustly flowed every hour, every minute, every second; was to procreate several more on my own; continuing the revered chapter of his existence,

And the best way to pay him back for giving me life; charting my destiny to be not less than a hundred years; was to diligently serve all the afflicted; infact serve to the most optimum of my ability; all mankind.

The best thing that the eyes could do; was to stare indefatigably into free space; relentlessly admire the mesmerizing treasures of this earth,

The best thing that the feet could do; was to walk tirelessly on the path leading towards victory,

The best thing that the flower could do; was to disseminate its aroma as far and wide as the world existed,

The best thing that the clouds could do; was to pelt down furiously;
gargantuan droplets of rain,

The best thing that the tongue could do; was to move vivaciously in the chamber of the throat and produce sound,

The best thing that the birds could do; was to spread their wings to wide angles; and then sweep buoyantly across the sky,

The best thing that the soil could do; was to proliferate millions of grains; evolve all the food which was necessary for existence,

The best thing that the scorpion could do; was to viciously swish its hideous fangs; and lethally strike,

The best thing that the snow could do; was to melt at lightening speeds under the celestial sun; and thereby cascade down the mountain in rivulets of
sweet water,

The best thing that the sea could do; was to rise high and swirling towards the sky; impetuously crash its massive assemblage of froth on the chain of
scintillating rocks,

The best thing that the sun could do; was to sizzle darkened areas on this planet with its brilliant shine,

The best thing that the dolphins could do; was to leap acrobatically in the ocean; add vibrancy and color to the otherwise pallid atmosphere,

The best thing that the telephone could do; was to passionately ring; portray the voice of the person opposite; crisp and crystal clear,

The best thing that the mosquito could do; was to hover pertinently in the vicinity of the eardrum; suckle ripe and youthful blood,

The best thing that the shirt could do; was to completely engulf the bare chest; sequester it from bizarre cold and shivering,
The best thing that the owl could do; was to keep awake all night; prudently watch the activities going on; without uttering the slightest,

The best thing that the gutter could do; was to accumulate tones of fetid sewage; diffuse a stench more obnoxious than the pig,

The best thing that the frog could do; was to gleefully skip around; croak discordantly to pollute the mystical ambience around,

The best thing that the poet could do; was to pen down infinite lines of enchanting verse,

The best thing that the stars shining in the cosmos could do; was to illuminate every person’s fading night,

The best thing that the child could do; was to incessantly play; bang its innocent wrists demandingly into its mothers belly,

The best thing that the dog could do; was to bark vigilantly; petrify the ominous assailants to the last bone of their spine,

The best thing that the shoe could do; was to indiscriminately trample all that it tread upon,

The best thing that the pen could do; was chisel intricate calligraphy; emboss the surface of bonded paper with exquisite literature,

The best thing that the ball could do; was to bounce as soon as it struck the
hard floor,

The best thing that the candle could do; was to profoundly brighten the atmosphere with its escalating flames,

The best thing that the spider could do; was to ooze out sticky juice from its body; spin silken threads of its web in a matter of seconds,

The best thing that the glue could do; was to stick parchments of dispersed paper into a complete and single sheet,

The best thing that the binocular could do; was to facilitate the evanescent tip of the mountain to appear like a gas balloon,

The best thing that the king could do; was to judiciously govern his empire; drown himself into the aisles of uninhibited wine and pleasure,

The best thing that the wall clock could do; was to keep ticking all day and night; move its hands tirelessly in round circles to depict accurate time,

The best thing that the eraser could do; was to scrap across jumbled lines of dirt; magically transform the paper with a hundred blemishes into one; sparkling and
brand new,

The best thing that the mind could do; was to keep fantasizing; perceive the most exotic; spinning in countless different directions; even while in deep sleep,

The best thing that the lips could do; was to stretch themselves freely; smile and kiss,

The best thing that the muscles could do; was to swell themselves into a perfect curve; and forcefully punch the air,

The best thing that the key could do; was to dexterously break open through the mechanism of the iron lock,

The best thing that the diamond ring could do; was to amicably occupy a place on the engagement finger,

The best thing that the matchstick could do; was to ignite the entire warehouse; into a blazing ball of flames,

The best thing that the rope could do; was to hoist the pail of water from the unfathomable depths of the well,

The best thing that the towel could do; was scrupulously scrub all the dirt and water adhering to the skin; metamorphosing an unruly devil into an angel,

The best thing that the tortoise could do; was to recede its neck back into its cozy shell; and live for a thousand years,

The best thing that the fountain could do; was to catapult high in the air; shower all across into boundless droplets of delectable froth,

The best thing that the scissors could do; was to articulately chisel shapes through cloth and paper; chop all unnecessary bits extruding out extravagantly,

The best thing that the worms could do; was to glow radiantly at night; while pertinently trespassing through the jungle,

The best thing that the saliva could do; was to rot after being spat on the ground; decay all palpable life in proximity; capsizing it in the wrath of disease,

The best thing that the drapery could do; was to sequester the castle from sweltering heat; ensure that the shadows lingered longer in acrimonious summer,

The best thing that the calculator could do; was to decipher enigmatic sums of arithmetic; evolve solutions to the most mind-boggling of puzzles,

The best thing that the toothbrush could do; was to poignantly caress the armory of teeth; extricate the last bit of dirt stuck in their cavity,

The best thing that the mouse could do; was to nibble gaping holes into the silken floss of cloth,

The best thing that the coffin could do; was to house the dead; impart heavenly peace to those tragically bereaved,

The best thing that the businessman could do; was spend hours on the floor of the stock market; adroitly contemplating the prices of rising and falling shares,

The best thing that the heart could do; was palpitate thunderously; romancing every instant of life,

And the best thing that a human could do; was to love till the time he lived; try and embody the same in each entity he confronted or was about to encounter