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I wanted to fly high in the blue sky on the wings of love;
Traversing through balls of white cotton clouds; listening to the mellifluous chirping of birds,
Having a silent peep at the blazing Sun; admiring its enchanting and radiant shine,
Bathing in the unrelenting rain pelting down; trying to catch the tiny droplets in my palms,
Watching atrocious airplanes whizzing past me at electric speeds; invading the serenity of the atmosphere,
Confronting chilly draughts of breeze as I proceeded; occasional flakes of snow caressing my hair,
The horizon appearing just at arms lengths from my body; as if the Sun was ready to gobble me for supper,
Earthly inhabitation infinite kilometers away from my sight; with a panoramic view of the towering mountains,
The innocuous white of my skin transiting to scarlet red; as gusty winds rushed across in fury,
A fleet of twinkling stars staring down at me in pin drop silence; preparing to shimmer in the night,
Thunderous black clouds obliterating me completely from visions of earth,
The only food being; a blend of white and colored air inundating my mouth,
The need for water not arising; in the bitter cold and freezing sheets of wind,
With me somersaulting several times on my back; viewing the sky in ecstasy walking upside down,
A feeling of reverence; feeling the divine Creator in whispering distances of my silhouette,
There was no pollution; adulteration; not even the faintest trace of civilization as I flew,
The open conglomerate of sky and space besieging me in a vice like grip,
Simply not a soul to disturb me throughout the long day; the tenacious light of the moon engulfing me in darkness,
I remembered my close affiliates; siblings; and most importantly the spell binding cadence of her voice,
As I flew still higher in the sky; on the wings of perpetual love.

Does only going to the corporate office from an exact 9 in the morning to 9 in the bewitching night; prove that a man is indeed an infallibly true husband to his
jubilantly vivacious wife?

Does only possessing a perfectly sculptured masculine and virile body; prove that a man is indeed an unconquerably blessed husband to his euphorically tantalizing wife?

Does only earning infinite bundles of quintessential currency note every month; prove that a man is indeed an inimitably worthy husband to his pristinely
effulgent wife?

Does only attending the world’s premium cocktail parties and conferences; prove that a man is indeed a pricelessly undefeatable husband to his wondrously enthralling wife?

Does only draping each conceivable pore of the skin with the most opulent fabric; pearls; and ties available in the world; prove that a man is indeed a stupendously enamoring husband to his beautifully effervescent wife?

Does only attracting gargantuan hordes of crowds towards with the mere essence of a celebrity personality; prove that a man is indeed a deservedly smart husband to his insuperably redolent wife?

Does only unceasingly perpetuating the atmosphere with the scent of majestic cigar smoke and kingly wine; prove that a man is indeed a effulgently princely husband to his poignantly intricate wife?

Does only having an inimitably infallible signature proudly embossed on every existing check; prove that a man is indeed a regally eclectic husband to
his triumphantly gyrating wife?

Does only conversing at an unbelievably adroit nineteen to the dozen in the most enviably impregnable British accent; prove that a man is indeed an amazingly fulfilling husband to his unimpeachably contemporary wife?

Does only exuding into a billion globules of perseveringly golden sweat every day; prove that a man is indeed an earnestly hard working husband to his piquantly boisterous wife?

Does only possessing supernaturally miraculous qualities of being able to fly bare-chested in freezing air; prove that a man is indeed a truly devoted husband to his eternally replenishing wife?

Does only possessing an unparalleled sense of humor wherein even the most deliriously suicidal metamorphosed into smiling saints; prove that a man is
indeed a proficiently versatile husband to his robustly exhilarating wife?

Does only having a magically unwavering baritone that spell bound millions in minute seconds; prove that a man is indeed a bountifully ardent husband to His
unfathomably sensuous wife?

Does only writing countless lines of “Nobel Prize Winning” literature on Immortal Love; prove that a man is indeed an uniquely pioneering husband to
his unconventionally Samaritan wife?

Does only endlessly winning over every territory of the boundless earth; prove that a man is indeed a fervently unassailable husband to his magnetically enthralling wife?

Does only being inundated with infinite hair and glistening muscle on the chest; prove that a man is indeed an astonishingly audacious husband to his gregariously pretty wife?

Does only being an unequivocally svelte emperor on the world stage of unprecedented power; prove that a man is indeed a wondrously iridescent husband to his gorgeously supple wife?

Does only indefatigably gallivanting in the most scintillating of “Rolls Royce” and “Mercedes”; prove that a man is indeed an unmatched dream husband to his
unfathomably vanity wife?

Does only astoundingly sketching the persona of any organism on the unceasing Universe merely by fantasizing about the same; prove that a man is indeed
a jubilantly embracing husband to his charmingly benign wife?

And if didn’t posses even a single quality amongst the several spell bindingly enriching ones as listed above; although each beat of my immortally throbbing
heart loves you like noone else could on this tirelessly proliferating planet; will you still accept me as your husband; O! darling wife?

The Sun might slowly and slowly lose all its ferociously blazing rays; remorsefully withering behind the languid horizons; for times immemorial,

The stars might slowly and slowly lose all their scintillating shimmer; eventually appearing as nonchalantly lackadaisical stones in the firmament of fathomlessly barren sky,

The oceans might slowly and slowly lose all their ravishingly tangy salt; sullenly metamorphosing into boundless kilometers of corrugated dry rubble and
worthlessly invidious sand,

The deserts might slowly and slowly lose all their regally fascinating majesty; disdainfully transforming into obsolete mirages of derogatorily dilapidated
despondence,

The mountains might slowly and slowly lose all their unconquerably shimmering peaks; being transited into capriciously fugitive dust; as ghastly earthquakes
tumultuously plundered them,

The roses might slowly and slowly lose all their enchantingly enamoring redolence; limply shedding all their bountifully burgeoning petals into a livid heap; for the wastrel parasites to devour,

The forests might slowly and slowly lose all their enigmatically jubilant trees; ludicrously shriveling into a cadaverously macabre heap; as the onslaught of
inclement drought austerely tightened its pugnacious grip,

The Moon might slowly and slowly lose all its resplendently milky shimmer; eventually succumbing like a diminutive mosquito; to the thunderously
diabolical conglomerate of obnoxiously grey clouds,

The soldier might slowly and slowly lose all his irrefutably dazzling integrity; uxoriously yieldingthe secrets of his motherland; in order to save his skin from hedonistically indescribable torture,

The nightingale might slowly and slowly lose all its astoundingly mellifluous charisma; pathetically plummeting into an eternal slumber out of sheer tiredness; even as the atmosphere outside died a billion times every minute; without its golden voice,

The mirror might slowly and slowly lose all its unequivocally righteous sparkle; shattering into an infinite pieces of grotesquely cacophonic distortion; at the slightest cry of the satanically rampaging devil,
The fortress might slowly and slowly lose all its invincibly Herculean strength; obnoxiously crumbling like a pack of frigidly lugubrious cards; as its foundations inexplicably gave away,

The sky might slowly and slowly lose all its beautifully iridescent effulgence; being horrifically adulterated by monotonously venomous spacecrafts and indiscriminately pulverizing missiles,

The bones might slowly and slowly lose all their unflinchingly altruistic tenacity; eventually falling a lame prey to the vagaries of the maliciously parasitic and ruthlessly conventional society,

The clocks might slowly and slowly lose all their meticulously fantastic essence of time; as the electric pace of maligned viciousness in the colossal planet today; insatiably overshadowed them with their bane,

The clouds might slowly and slowly lose all their voluptuously tantalizing moisture; dreadfully vanishing into the corpses of insipidly fretful meaninglessness; as the blanket of panoramically fructifying green disappeared from the trajectory of this fathomless Universe,

The conscience might slowly and slowly lose all its magnificently aristocratic armor of spell binding truth; to inevitably survive amidst the pack of vengefully marauding and manipulatively decrepit wolves,

The nostril might slowly and slowly lose all its vivaciously exuberant breath; with the graveyards of truculently penalizing death perniciously creeping in from every conceivable side,

But come what may; the doors of my passionately fulminating heart will always be open for you; and even if I had to take an infinite births yet again; I will never lose even an evanescent iota of my patience; I will forever wait for you; you and till
the time you make me your breath; forever make me only you.

Will a spuriously ludicrous armory of cadaverously artificial teeth ever do; instead of the perpetually real and resplendently philanthropic smile?

Will a listless godown of debasingly artificial twigs ever do; instead of the beautifully real and enigmatically exhilarating forest ?

Will a monotonously tyrannical lexicon of boundlessly artificial words ever do; instead of the timelessly real and fantastically ebullient poetry?

Will an obnoxiously robotic geyser of listlessly artificial water ever do; instead of the wonderfully real and ingratiatingly charismatic waterfall?

Will the lugubriously deadened stacks of ridiculously artificial wool ever do; instead of the enchantingly real and compassionate amiable sheep?

Will the disdainfully mechanical arms of the emotionlessly artificial clock ever do; instead of the majestically real unfurling of the mesmerizing day and inscrutably tantalizing night?

Will the dolorously invidious air of the bombastically artificial air-conditioner ever do; instead of the blissfully real and poignantly swirling storm?

Will the monstrously demonic and flamboyantly artificial aircraft ever do; instead of the invincibly real and brilliantly unassailable apogee of the indomitable mountains?

Will the manipulatively chiseled and erroneously artificial idol ever do; instead of the Omnipotently real and everlastingly unconquerable Creator divine?

Will the lackadaisically whimpering and hedonistically artificial currency coin ever do; instead of the timelessly real and invincibly priceless spirit of Omnipresent truth?

Will the snobbishly flickering and dastardly artificial bulb ever do; instead of the indomitably real and fathomlessly ubiquitous rays of the Godly Sun?

Will the commercially decrepit and sleazily artificial feature film ever do; instead of the regally real and fragrantly bountiful anecdotes of mystically unleashing life?

Will an unscrupulously unsavory and pugnaciously artificial pandemonium of robotic lines ever do; instead of the effulgently real and spell bindingly eclectic artist’s sketch?

Will the unceremoniously programmed and imperturbably artificial armor ever do; instead of the unflinchingly real and altruistically immortal soldier?

Will vindictively colored and bawdily artificial ice-cream ever do; instead of the handsomely real and ebulliently glistening avalanches of frosty ice?

Will parsimoniously mundane and egregiously artificial edifices ever do; instead of the ecstatically real and vividly mysterious interiors of the voluptuously titillating caves?

Will the brutally fudged and repugnantly artificial discotheque music ever do; instead of the insuperably real and irrefutably marvelous voice of the eternal conscience?

Will the murderously choked and penuriously artificial oxygen cylinder ever do; instead of the sensuously real fabric of Omnisciently quintessential breath?

And will the infinitesimally ethereal and transiently artificial words ” I Love you ” ever do; instead of the celestially real and universally bonding beats of the fearlessly divine heart?

Why were you smiling spuriously; when actually you were completely shattered from inside?

Why were the trees blissfully casting their shadows; when actually they felt that they would wither away?

Why was the sun shining; when actually it felt that it would submerge into a pool of darkness?

Why was the rose blossoming handsomely towards the sky; when actually every droplet of its juice was being savagely sucked by the parasite?

Why were the birds chirping melodiously; when actually their nests were completely destroyed?

Why were the waves simmering placidly; when actually they were soon to be enveloped by a tumultuous storm?

Why was it raining; when actually the clouds had faded decades ago?

Why were the fish swimming gleefully; when actually they knew that they were going to be devoured by a hostile shark the very next moment?

Why were the eyes radiant; when they were actually going to be besieged by wholesome blindness within a few seconds?

Why was the car traversing like a prince; when actually it was going to plummet into the steep valley; as soon as it reached the bridge?

Why were the fires blazing vivaciously towards the sky; when actually they were going to blend with loose mud; as soon as the rain came down?

Why was the businessman busy in millions of dollars worth of business deals; when actually he had lost completely in matters of the heart?

Why was the rainbow shimmering bombastically in the cosmos; when it actually was going to fade away into thin wisps of oblivion; as soon as the clouds gathered in?

Why were the buildings standing fortified; tall; and domineering; when actually they were going to be reduced to inconspicuous rubble; with meager strokes of the devastating earthquake?
Why was the mosquito greedily sucking blood; when actually it was going to get perennial rest in the lizards stomach very soon?

Why was the ghost wandering in the dilapidated mansion; when he actually knew that he had left for his heavenly abode centuries ago?

Why did a human being consider himself God at times; when he actually couldn’t even guess; as to what was happening just a few centimeters behind his back?

Why was the old lady shouting exuberantly at the top of her lungs; when she was actually going to relinquish breath any second; due to diminishing old age?

And why was I living; showing the world my stoical demeanor; working like a machine as If I wasn’t the least affected; when in fact I actually knew that I
had died long ago; and what people saw outside; was just a skeleton of mine; without mind; body and spirit?

Not because my daughter was studying in its majestically serene ambience,

Not because there stood a gigantic Neem tree right in its center, enchanting every dreary nerve with unparalleled contentment,

Not because the sky above it always seemed cheerful-with innocent children shrieks and laughter forever winning its heart,

Not because of its indisputably sparkling floor and walls-the cleanliness that was spectacular in even the remotest of its quarters,

Not because of the English Language which was spoken to the highest authority-acclimatizing hearts at their youngest, with the expression of the World,

Not because of its enormous flexibility- which uninhibitedly heard the voice and whims of every parent and unruly toddler,

Not because it was successively adjudicated the best Branch of its kind-from all across its centers in Asia,

Not because it brought about a whole new freshness of ideas, concepts and curriculum, as far as modern day teaching was concerned,

Not because it was one of India’s largest Pre-School chains- giving concrete direction to many worried parents-who were otherwise helter-skelter in choosing the best for their blood,

Not because it bountifully showered various intriguing gifts to its students-painstakingly crafted by its ‘ever-hardworking’ bunch of adorable teachers,

Not because it had an amazing eye for detail-regularly maintained an accurate performance list of all its assiduous students,

Not because it magnificently helped your child to undergo the painful transition from home to school—always with a big smile,

Not because its methodology of teaching was ingeniously practical oriented-rather than loading the student with heavy school-bags-and endlessly cramming from text-books,

Not because of its beautifully personalized attention-where its tiny students never felt away from their mothers-infact started to poeticize in their alien environment,

Not because of the wonderfully patient ear-that it timelessly lended to even the tiniest of concerns or complaints from its discerning community of students and parents, alike,

But I was an all-time fan of Euro-Kids, Vastrapur (eurokidsindia.com) because it was here, that my child found a second home, away from her actual home-most importantly it was here that my child found Love & Respect for her in every teachers eye—which was the very reason that she longed to go to school, above all her
indoor friends and toys.

It either lethally wounded you; brutally divesting you of even the most infinitesimal bit of your celestially burgeoning happiness,

Or it either venomously blinded you for the remainder of your life; as it mercilessly zipped past the whites of your symbiotically effulgent eyes,

Or it either indefinitely fractured your bones; dolorously rendering you to beg on one foot; till the time breath was still ardent in each heavenly nostril of yours,

Or it either indiscriminately slandered you; leaving you without the most inconspicuous trifle of water and food; right in the heart of the truculently
acrimonious deserts,

Or it either baselessly tortured you to the most unprecedented limits; as at times the coffins of agony in every ingredient of your blood; seemed more Herculean than the corridors of infinite infinity,

Or it either indelibly cursed you; wherein you found that every step that you unflinchingly alighted; led only to the graveyards of death; death and inconsolably hedonistic bloodshed,

Or it either penalizingly divided you into a boundless halves; separating you forever and ever and ever from the ones you most eternally adored; embraced and loved,

Or it either unforgivably slapped you; leaving such a tawdrily cancerous indentation upon the fabric of your impeccable life; which was impossible to ever erase,

Or it either stained even the most mercurial line of your destiny with treacherous blood; the stains of which cold-bloodedly asphyxiated you for an unlimited
more lifetimes,

Or it either created parasitic boundaries and differences with your neighboring symbiotic caste; creed; nationalities and tribe; lambasting every conceivable cranny of your brain with the wrath of inexplicably frustrating prejudice,

Or it either unsparingly bludgeoned you into the corpses of bizarrely forlorn extinction; before even you ever had the time to utter your wistfully fervent
breath,

Or it either treated you as if you were the greatest criminal on planet divine; when infact you’d spent every unfurling instant of your life profoundly dedicated to the service of ubiquitously ever-pervading living-kind,
Or it either tirelessly victimized you beyond tangible degrees of comprehension; fomenting even the most oblivious nerve of yours to tremble in uncontrollable
abhorrence and satanic malice,

Or it either vanquished the Sun of unfettered optimism forever and ever and ever from your gloriously priceless lifetime; leaving you sacrilegiously drenched into solely a mortuary of baselessly crippling darkness,

Or it either ominously jinxed you for every unleashing second of your life; wherein whatever you dared caress; bawdily metamorphosed into the most disparagingly delinquent coal-mine,

Or it either tyrannically distorted the contours of your pristinely inimitable face; rendering you as the most penuriously ugly organism on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe,

Or it either vindictively stopped the influx of prosperity in your life; replacing even the tiniest bit of happiness; with traumatically augmenting sorrow and devastatingly devouring war,

Or it either made you as uxoriously hollow as the lifeless corpse even as you breathed; after witnessing countless of your own innocent kin and kind; unstoppably bleeding to the last breath of their life,

Or it either incessantly perpetuated you to lick lackadaisically ribald mud; as your jaws got unfortunately trapped into the sadistically cannibalistic enemy camp,

Or it either hung your head in shame every time you took birth; infront of all those whom you had meaninglessly assassinated in a trice of a second; without any ostensible reason or rhyme and only on the pretext of war,

Or it either snatched your beloved from so perpetually far away from you; that even the most preposterously wildest of your dreams couldn’t ever imagine of ever
reaching her,

Then why the hell have you made this ghastly ” Bullet ” O! Impoverished Man; releasing it in countless numbers every unveiling instant of Omnipotent life; when all
that was required was just one true beat of Immortal love earnestly wafting from your heart; enough to transform this boundless Universe into a veritable paradise; enough to enshroud even the most evanescent bit of misery into an unconquerably blissful
entrenchment of the Creator Divine

Why should the desert metamorphose itself into an ocean; just because the acrimoniously slithering cactus; wanted it to?

Why should the clouds metamorphose themselves into glittering gold; just because the lecherously manipulative wandering aimlessly; wanted them to?

Why should the patriotic battlefield metamorphose itself into a shivering cocoon; just because the diminutively cowardly scared of leading life; wanted it to?

Why should the pungently intrepid thorn metamorphose itself into overwhelmingly glistening silk; just because the dastardly demons desirous for luxury; wanted it to?

Why should poignant blood fulminating ecstatically through the veins metamorphose itself into frozen ice; just because the worthlessly vindictive ghost; wanted it to?

Why should the dog metamorphose its unruly bark into a melodiously sacrosanct song; just because some fanatics of spuriously sanctimonious religion; wanted it to?

Why should the inconspicuously irascible ant metamorphose itself into a succulent deer; just because the tumultuously roaring lion; wanted it to?

Why should the overwhelmingly slushy swamp metamorphose itself into a road of formidably gripping concrete; just because those disastrously unable to find their foot; wanted it to?

Why should the preposterously gigantic shark metamorphose itself into an immaculately shimmering pearl; just because the baselessly petrified passengers on the shores; wanted it to?

Why should the boisterously bustling baby metamorphose itself into a symmetrically trimmed angel; just because the ostentatiously threadbare party; wanted it to?

Why should the lethally venomous snake metamorphose itself into hives replenishing with golden honey; just because the pretentiously philosophizing; wanted it to?

Why should the infinitesimally fluttering mosquito metamorphose itself into a paradise of unending fantasy; just because the treacherously snoring terrorist; wanted it to?

Why should the divinely smiling girl metamorphose itself into a puristic boy; just because the traditionally uncouth parents; wanted it to?

Why should the avalanches; earthquakes; tornadoes; metamorphose themselves into sparkling diamonds; just because ruthlessly penalizing mankind; wanted them to?

Why should the despicably ailing old man metamorphose himself into a ghastly corpse; just because the manipulatively parasitic sons; wanted him to?

Why should the invincibly secure lock metamorphose itself into an articulate key; just because the hideous battalion of burglars; wanted it to?

Why should the celestially placid stones metamorphose themselves into appetizing morsels of tangible food; just because horrendously lazy urchins; wanted them to?

Why should each beam of darkness metamorphose itself into the flamboyantly dazzling Sun; just because the satanically barbaric yearning for an eternal day; wanted them to?

Why should immortal love metamorphose itself into invidiously sinister betrayal; just because the rigidly extraneous world; wanted it to?

Why should sacred life metamorphose itself into pathetically gruesome death; just because some power hungry leaders; wanted it to?

And why should I; writing; breathing; fantasizing; poetry from the inner most realms of my heart; metamorphose myself into deplorably stinking office; just because the uncouthly unforgiving society around; wanted me to?

Why should I embrace the satanically lecherous; with uncouth blood stained profusely on their devilish palms?
When I had her impeccable memories floating vividly; in the crystalline white of my poignant eyes.

Why should I play with the acrimonious demons; frolicking in their land inundated with treacherous sin and blood?
When I had her irrefutably sacrosanct shadow by my side; profoundly alluring me with its ravishing charisma and philanthropic charm.

Why should I bow down in front of the horrendously ghastly traitors; barbarically tyrannizing and rebuking innocent mothers?
When I had her divine persona nestling indefatigably in my soul; enriching it towards its ultimate goal; its most unfathomable richness in life.

Why should I philosophize the indiscriminately illegitimate essence of evil; harnessing coldblooded monsters to escalate higher than the clouds?
When I had her vivaciously benign dreams in my mind; her rhapsodic fragrance which tirelessly kept casting its irrevocable spell; upon each dwindling bone of my
penurious countenance.

Why should I frantically search for hideous crime; assassinating blissful life diabolically from the trajectory of this celestial Universe?
When I had the magnanimous festoon of her humanitarian ideals; lingering in even the most inconspicuous ingredient of my crimson blood.

Why should I blend with the torturous winds of malice; weighing myself every instant in the heinously stinking scales of manipulative give and take?
When I had her battalion of boundless smiles incarcerated safely within the periphery of my lips; endlessly catapulting me to an island of everlasting joy and stupendous fulfillment.

Why should I entangle myself into the murderous battle for insatiable power; baselessly leading each moment of my life to achieve a stardom at the cost of
ruthless bloodshed?
When I had her sacred palms perpetually united in mine; her godly feet matching my every step; as I propelled forward to scrap parasites from mankind.

Why should I commit horrifically deplorable suicide; relinquish the last breath of my life in utter hopelessness and unsurpassable despair?
When I her incredulously melodious sounds intransigently engulfing my ears; making me desire beyond the realms of the absolute extraordinary; marvelously quenching every benevolent ambition of mine.

And why should I dream of another birth with Herculean power; blessed with a miraculous prowess to metamorphose every inconspicuous stone into glitteringly mesmerizing gold?
When I had her immortal heartbeats imprisoned in the innermost realms of my chest; granting me the insurmountable tenacity to lead an infinite more births in this single lifetime of mine; making me feel the richest man alive; even as I stood for a few
seconds on the doorsteps of rotting hell.

A different spoon for you and a different spoon for me; why not we forever digest with the same spoon; whose metal was made of the threads of invincibly compassionate symbiotism,

A different glass for you and a different glass for me; why not we forever
drink in the same glass; whose walls were made of the fathomless entrenchments of unshakably faithful friendship,

A different vehicle for you and a different vehicle for me; why not we forever travel in the same vehicle; whose body was made of the spirit of unflinchingly unconquerable togetherness,

A different plate for you and a different plate for me; why not we forever eat in the same plate; whose base was made of the elements of Perennially fructifying humanity,

A different cloth for you and a different cloth for me; why not we forever
cover our shivering bodies with the same cloth; whose fabric was made of the
eternally bounteous rudiments of Mother Nature,

A different dwelling for you and a different dwelling for me; why not we
forever live in the same dwelling; whose roof was made of the most unassailable skies of priceless brotherhood,

A different job for you and a different job for me; why not we forever do the same philanthropic job together; whose each conceivably working hour was for the perennial amelioration of all tyrannically deprived living kind,

A different path for you and a different path for me; why not we forever walk on the same path; whose every tangible bifurcation, fearlessly led to the ultimate epitomes of impregnable truth and sparkling righteousness,

A different tune for you and a different tune for me; why not we forever listen to the same tune; whose every decibel miraculously quelled all indiscriminate terrorism and royally led all towards the path of immortal love,

A different fantasy for you and a different fantasy for me; why not we forever delve into the same fantasy; whose silken paradise comprised of nothing else but; the ubiquitously spell binding beats of infallible love,

A different river for you and a different river for me; why not we forever bathe in the same river; whose waters eventually melanged with the unsurpassably bestowing ocean of peace,
A different country for you and a different country for me; why not we forever live in the same country; whose infinite foundations were erected on the ingredients of altruistic unity,

A different name for you and a different name for me; why not we forever embrace the same name; whose characters just spoke of nothing else but the indefatigably consecrating spirit of humanitarian oneness,

A different religion for you and a different religion for me; why not we forever befriend the same religion; whose boundless intricacies eventually and finally coalesced; with the everlasting religion of humanity,

A different inspiration for you and a different inspiration for me; why not we forever adapt the same source of inspiration; whose peerlessly optimistic rays of divine light; interminably perpetuated their way through the most despicable tunnels of asphyxiating pain and blackness,

A different shade for you and a different shade for me; why not we forever
rest under the same shade; whose every reflection symbiotically unfurled the
fathomless moods of vivaciously pristine Mother Nature,

A different school for you and a different school for me; why not we forever
study in the same school; whose every classroom undyingly taught the principles of triumphant selflessness,

A different breath for you and a different breath for me; why not we forever
survive in the same breath; whose unparalleled fieriness timelessly led towards the chapters of bounteously utopian life,

A different beat for you and a different beat for me; why not we forever love in the same heartbeat; whose every immortal palpitation brought every living being on the trajectory of this planet; closer and closer to the Omnipotent Lord divine