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The fish slithering in the claustrophobic swimming tank; had a
nostalgia for swirling waters of the gargantuan ocean,

The flower sprouting from the cloistered pot; had a nostalgia for
growing in farm soil; with an ambience of wind blowing tenaciously,

The spider crawling in dingy corners of the dilapidated mansion; had a nostalgia for traversing through vivacious threads of web; dangling from trees in the amazon forest,

The crimson beaked bird incarcerated in grilled cage; had a nostalgia
for flapping its wings exuberantly in the sky,

The blistering lava imprisoned at unprecedented depths beneath the
ground; had a nostalgia to fulminate into infinite fountains in fresh air,

The globules of fat moisture trapped in ominous thunder clouds; had a
nostalgia for cascading down rampantly in the form of glistening rain,

The biscuits of glittering gold embedded in dilapidated dungeons; had a
nostalgia for; people admiring them in dazzling rays of the sun,

The lifeless panther embodied in the mammoth photograph; had a nostalgia for
coming out alive; open his jaws in a domineering growl,

The blind man traversing on the streets with a disdainful stick; had a nostalgia for sighting the world; fantasizing it in its most stupendous form ever,

The battalion of frogs in the solitary and deep well; had a nostalgia for bathing in pools of monsoon water,

The hunch backed camel trespassing through the crowded city streets; had a
nostalgia for wandering languidly in the sandy desert,

The diminutive flames of wax candle stifling with the slightest of breeze; had
a nostalgia for being the escalating flames of a crackling fire,

The granules of white salt jailed tightly in pellucid bottles; had a nostalgia
for being sprawled on the saline sea shores,

The scientists stalling for time on marshy soil; had a nostalgia every minute
for inhabiting the opalescent moon,

The tones of noxious gas encapsulated in an inflated balloon; had a nostalgia
for whistling past the air at lightening speeds,

The pallid milk stored in canisters of rusty iron; had a nostalgia for oozing out from blossoming teats of the sacrosanct cow,

The people residing in alien countries; had a nostalgia for returning back as quickly as possible to blend with their native mud,

The orphaned child wailing incoherently on the dusty roads; had a nostalgia for embracing his departed mother,

And every palpable entity treading on this earth; had a nostalgia for finding its soul mate; languishing in the aisles of desire and perpetual relationship; till the time it inhaled air and blissfully existed.

When i caressed barren regions of my flesh with furry noodles of wool,
nimble hair stuck to skin stood up in animation,
as i broke into volleys of irresistible laughter.

as i kneaded long noodles of raw paper pulp,
there was a conglomerate of reddish white wax formed,
and a heavenly fragrance of garnished paper tickled moistened hair in my nostril.

when i gulped compact noodles of gelatin capsule,
the magical powder spread parasitically through infinite veins,
rendering me with bleak rays of hope, as i relinquished gruesome pain.

when i swung vociferously on noodles of thickly knotted thread,
poignant missiles of air colliding with my body through the interstitched holes,
there were languid feelings enveloping bountiful layers of my persona,
prompting me to shut my eyes tightly and sleep.

as i smeared supple regions of skin with unsymmetrical noodles of virgin clay,
washed my body in the holy waters of Ganges,
the natural antiseptic displayed spectacular aftermaths,
transforming morbid exteriors of my demeanor into a brilliant sparkling
white.

when i consumed spongy noodles blended with bulky extracts of spice,
drank gallons of golden beer causing them to drown,
i fell down with indispensable thuds on the king poster bed,
envisaging tall mountains with silver peaks, in my everlasting slumber.

when i felt agonizing noodles of her precious tears dribble down my neck,
i wiped them thoroughly with my tender lips,
obliterated her from blasphemous sectors of the world,
reinforcing her eyes with the passionate tenacity of my love.

Non violence is not about being lambasted like raw mince meat; for apparently no fault of yours,
It is infact a seed of love that proliferates ubiquitously around the globe; your voice against tyrannized injustice and uncouth radicalism.

Non violence is not just staring at sky like dumb sheep; while the lecherously manipulative around incessantly whipped your bare chest,
It is infact the most magnificent self defense mechanism of your body; which gives you the astronomical conviction to confront the mightiest of acrimonious attack.

Non violence is not just retreating into your cocoon of overwhelming shyness; as the world outside brutally transgressed upon your back,
It is infact a bird soaring high and handsome in the aisles of uninhibited freedom; your sacred messages to the society propagating immortal love and peace.

Non violence is not about rotting in dungeons of obsolete oblivion; while the hideously devilish danced in venomous wine outside,
It is infact about fearlessly bonding the benevolent alike; preparing every tangible organism of God’s mesmerizing creation to; disseminate the wave of brotherhood in all quarters of the planet.

Non violence is not running like a whipped slave; to even the most inconspicuous command of those misusing the centerstage of power,
It is infact a candidly philanthropic answer to all diabolical; scrapping the gory pedestal of satanic savagery from its roots; with the insurmountable resilience of your righteous conscience.

Non violence is not shivering in inexplicable weakness; as the invidiously dictatorial guffawed after murdering people outside,
It is infact the candle of irrefutably Omnipotent light; enlightening impoverished masses towards a bountiful beginning; a wonderfully optimistic tomorrow.

Non violence is not nodding your head to each act of torturous malice; licking the dust left by cold-blooded demons sucking blood,
It is infact a flower diffusing its scent of unequivocal freedom to far and wide across earth; ensuring that its rays of perpetual unity; invincibly escalated above all boundaries defined and undefined.

Non violence is not being maimed at every step you alighted; while stinking butchers of civilization used your shoulder to talk with the skies,
It is infact the perennial ladder to benign success; your most innermost voice of expression which granted you the fortitude to lead an infinite more lives;
even after you died.

And Non violence is not surrendering your heart; body and soul; at the most diminutive command of the parasitic traitors who wanted to ruthlessly devastate
celestial mankind,
It is infact an arrow of immortal victory; which pierces through every shadow of evil lingering on this fathomless Universe; yet spawning and giving fresh birth to an everlasting human race; a harmonious livingkind.

Nobody’s ever stopped you from profoundly relishing enchanting beams of poignantly brilliant sunlight; just because there already existed the murderously
ghoulish night;

Nobody’s ever stopped you from insatiably feasting upon the scent of the compassionately scarlet rose; just because there already existed the grotesquely
fetid and abhorrently stinking gutter,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from triumphantly blazing in the fields of unflinching righteousness; just because there already existed ignominiously ostracizing and
manipulative deceit,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from intrepidly exultating on the ultimate summit of benign strength; just because there already existed the infinitesimally abysmal coffin of cowardliness,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from embedding even the most diminutive cranny of your persona with the petals of simplicity; just because there already existed the
gallows of pompously pulverizing prejudice,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from inexhaustibly drinking the elixir of perpetual truth; just because there already existed the unsurpassably gory mortuary of meaninglessly decrepit lies,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from uninhibitedly romancing with the winds of boundlessly victorious freedom; just because there already existed the treacherously
vindictive and agonizingly chauvinistic whip of slavery,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from uniting the brutally estranged planet with the thread of oneness; just because there already existed the satanic web of indiscriminately parasitic politics,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from indefatigably being a harbinger of all humanity; just because there already existed the delirious devil gobbling humans; animals and living organisms; pugnaciously alike,

Nobody’ s ever stopped you from mellifluously perpetuating the atmosphere with the hymns of global brotherhood; just because there already existed the salaciously diabolical cacophony of severely self destructive selfishness and malice,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from timelessly catapulting to newer summits of spell bindingly intriguing innovation; just because there already existed the clammily monotonous hole in the belly of slavering soil,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from tirelessly dancing in the mists of sensuously untamed mischief; just because there already existed the lasciviously incarcerating
graveyard of monotonous chicanery,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from boisterously chirping with the full and unparalleled fervor of blessed life; just because there already existed the preposterously stagnated and withering dungeon of stony silence,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from philanthropically liberating your fellow comrades in unimaginably horrific despair; just because there already existed cannibalistic anarchy in every corner of the sleazily commercial world,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from endlessly procreating an infinite more virile of your own kind; just because there already existed the spuriously criminal droplet of perilously impairing infertility,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from continuously fantasizing into the land of the Omnipotently endowing; just because there already existed the cobwebs of scurrilously obsolete and obfuscated dilapidation,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from forever coalescing with the wave of unshakable oneness; just because there already existed a myriad of indiscriminatingly separating religion on the trajectory of this Universe,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from holistically cleansing every frazzled pore of your demeanor with the waterfall of bountifully symbiotic life; just because there already existed the dirt of unbearably venomous dastardliness,

Nobody’s ever stopped you from inhaling and exhaling boundless galleries of exotically fresh air; just because there already existed nonchalantly asphyxiating and despairing lifelessness,

And nobody’s ever stopped you from immortally dedicating every beat of your heart to the person you love; just because there already existed the shadows of torturously slandering and flagrantly ghastly betrayal.

Nobody is a slave of anybody; emotionlessly slavering to even the most infinitesimal commands of the master; being incarcerated within chains of sadistic malice; whilst robustly exuberant blood fulminated in his veins,

Nobody is a puppet of anybody; indefatigably dancing to the music of sacrilegious prejudice; pathetically maneuvered like melting ice; towards the mortuaries of
the cold-blooded devil,

Nobody is a commodity of anybody; being raunchily sold and repackaged within the next few minutes; just to earn a tawdrily decrepit armory of cannibalistically greedy notes,

Nobody is a shadow of anybody; incorrigibly sticking to the most anomalous form of venomously parasitic living being; just to mollify the most unthinkably perverted of whims,

Nobody is a lynchpin of anybody; being incessantly hammered for no ostensible reason or rhyme; just to tickle the funny bone of the rich man; whose demonic
throne was solely and profusely soaked in innocent blood,

Nobody is a follower of anybody; blindly accepting even the most idiosyncratic ideologies of the opposite man; just because he was sanctimoniously adorned in
a brilliantly white robe,

Nobody is a student of anybody; meaninglessly imbibing the principles of existence within the 4ft X 4 ft classroom and amidst a robotically dictatorial pile of books; when infact the true mantra of life was timelessly learnt by leaving the body and soul
wholesomely uninhibited and reverberating with the symbiotic surroundings,

Nobody is a leftover of anybody; being worthlessly kicked into the furthermost corners of the unbearably fetid dustbin; after tirelessly appeasing the satanic
gluttony of the so called; blasphemous master,

Nobody is a reflection of anybody; blandly portraying his beautifully rubicund face on every wall and mirror; whenever the other wretchedly febrile organism wanted to sight his own face; but was afraid of witnessing his abysmally gory contours,

Nobody is a waiter of anybody; serving the most tantalizingly ecstatic dishes at the most mercurial kick to the rear; whilst himself famishing the last bone down his spine into the tunnels of spiteful nothingness,

Nobody is a sweeper of anybody; uxoriously cleaning and licking the last iota of grime from the master’s shoe; and then dementedly entering his bathroom to
clean his lividly soiled lavatory seat,

Nobody is a flatterer of anybody; seamlessly praising even the most dingily misanthropic deeds ever committed on all mankind; just to ensure himself a
diminutive roof over his worthlessly molecular head,

Nobody is a pathway of anybody; senselessly laying himself on the most acrimoniously vindictive battalion of abject thorns; so that the feet of the other living
being perennially tread on royal silk; whenever he chose to limp or walk,

Nobody is a prey of anybody; entirely sacrificing even the most inconspicuous element of his life to the devil’s command; simply to superstitiously increase the age of his every sibling,

Nobody is a dwelling of anybody; foolishly trying to accommodate even the most merrily triumphant of living being in his body; unacceptably making all living kind
go to pathetic sleep; even before it could learn to walk on its own feet,

Nobody is an experiment of anybody; wantonly allowing even the most evanescent pore of his body; to be perpetuated with an infinite medicines and sinister contraptions; for the so called amelioration of human kind,

Nobody is a whore of anybody; criminally surrendering every ounce of venerated flesh bestowed upon by the Almighty; just to titillate the already pugnaciously
impotent hairs on the male chauvinists skin,

Nobody is a breath of anybody; sinfully ending his very own priceless life; just in order to rejuvenate and bless another organisms despondently venomous body; which was already chosen by the heavens to irrefutably die,

Everybody works shoulder to shoulder with everybody. But we all are; have been and shall always be; slaves, commodities; puppets; experiments; breaths; preys; pathways; flatterers; sweepers; waiters; leftovers; students; followers; shadows and an
infinite more; of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord.

There was nobody on this fathomless Universe as passionate about poignant rain; as the thunderously reverberating conglomerate of crimson clouds,

There was nobody on this colossal Universe as passionate about sweltering sands; as the majestically sprawling islands of the tenaciously glistening deserts,

There was nobody on this gigantic Universe as passionate about exuberant wind; as the vivaciously rustling leaves of the magnificently blossoming tree,

There was nobody on this boundless Universe as passionate about piquantly rejuvenating salt; as the unsurpassably glorious and ravishingly undulating oceans,

There was nobody on this unfathomable Universe as passionate about astoundingly bedazzling light; as the tumultuously fulminating fireball of golden Sun,

There was nobody on this gregarious Universe as passionate about silken scent; as the enchantingly everlasting rose; unveiling its whirlpool of untamed artistry; under the resplendent light of the milky moon,

There was nobody on this unending Universe as passionate about handsomely gurgling froth; as the mystically wonderful waterfall; mesmerizing one and
all in the swirl of its princely cascade,

There was nobody on this Herculean Universe as passionate about regale evening; as the ethereally inscrutable horizons; diffusing the essence of synergistic equality to far and wide across this celestial earth,

There was nobody on this amiable Universe as passionate about slithering mysticism; as the marvelously gliding serpent; rhetorically coiling into surreptitious folds; to entice the heart of the night,

There was nobody on this limitless Universe as passionate about innocuous mischief; as the impeccably vibrant child; unrelentingly discovering an incomprehensible entrenchment of newness on every step that it charismatically tread,

There was nobody on this eclectic Universe as passionate about wavering enigma; as the uncannily vivid shadow; aristocratically tingling every sagging visage; with cisterns of exotic wonderment,

There was nobody on this divinely Universe as passionate about sacrosanct motherland; as the patriotically blazing soldier; unflinchingly towering
upon the diabolical traitors; till the very last iota of his blessed breath,
There was nobody on this timeless Universe as passionate about united strength; as the tenaciously towering mountains; symbiotically withstanding the most acrimonious of storms; sequestering millions of innocent masses from agonizing pain,

There was nobody on this redolent Universe as passionate about expressing emotions; as the compassionately heartfelt writer; incredulously weaving a tale of superbly effusive artistry; portraying the inner most feelings of his heart,

There was nobody on this charismatic Universe as passionate about the freshly born baby; as the godly mother; who miraculously nourished it with her very
own blood; for a persevering 9 months,

There was nobody on this astronomical Universe as passionate about immaculate milk; as the sacredly munching cow; surviving itself on nimble grass; to bequeath upon the world the most priceless elixir of life,

There was nobody on this endowing Universe as passionate about scintillating pearls; as the fantastically pristine oyster; harboring it for centuries immemorial; from even the most diminutive trace of malice,

There was nobody on this vast Universe as passionate about spell binding breath; as the chapter of tirelessly ebullient life; sprouting into a fountain of melody as each instant royally unleashed by,

And there was nobody on this twinkling Universe as passionate about immortal love; as the ardently throbbing heart; unassailably bonding each of its magical beats with beauty and freshness; sensuously lighting the trail of an insatiably uncurbed romance.

Nobody could have loved rain more on this entire Universe; than the horrifically scorching and miserably slavering desert sands,

Nobody could have loved a child more on this entire Universe; than
its magnanimously sacrosanct mother,

Nobody could have loved grass more on this entire Universe; than the timid horned and adorably nimble cow,

Nobody could have loved milk more on this entire Universe; than the freshly born impeccable infant; wailing like an angel in its cradle,

Nobody could have loved clouds more on this entire Universe; than the royally soaring flight of the majestic eagle,

Nobody could have loved light more on this entire Universe; than the despairingly stinking and morbidly dilapidated dungeons,

Nobody could have loved victory more on this entire Universe; than the immortal soldier fighting to save his motherland,

Nobody could have loved flowers more on this Universe; than the boisterously buzzing and philandering humming bee,

Nobody could have loved the silvery web more on this Universe; than the enigmatically dancing golden spider,

Nobody could have loved reflection more on this Universe; than the pellucid glass of the incredulously scintillating mirror,

Nobody could have loved nostalgia more on this Universe; than the man about to bond with veritable brink of wholesome extinction,

Nobody could have loved the well more on this Universe; than the handsomely croaking frog; bouncing as water pelted down from the sky,

Nobody could have loved sight more on this Universe; than the perpetually blind; stumbling at each step; even in the most flamboyantly brilliant of Sunshine,

Nobody could have loved fantasy more on this Universe; than the insatiably dreaming artist; profusely entrenched in the mesmerizing beauty of this planet,

Nobody could have loved the Moon more on this Universe; than the enchanting stillness of the seductively rhapsodic night,

Nobody could have loved compassionate fires more on this Universe; than sorrowfully trembling avalanches of frozen ice,

Nobody could have loved the tree trunk more on this Universe; than the flirtatiously ambling and delectably footed squirrel,

Nobody could have loved dawn more on this Universe; than the fervently anticipating cockerels; dying to inundate the atmosphere with their flurry of
rambunctious sound,

Nobody could have loved the night more on this Universe; than the somberly mystical and starry eyed; grandfather owl,

Nobody could have loved loved more on this Universe; than all those orphaned and trembling with their shattered destinies on; appallingly stone-hearted streets,

And nobody could have loved you more on this Universe; than my ardently thundering heart; which had you and only you; as it’s sole fantasy; as it’s
perpetual and ultimate cry.

No wealth required; not even the most infinitesimal shade of the scintillating currency coin ever needed; which robustly jingled till handsome eternity,

No versatility required; not even the most inconspicuous shade of spell binding talent ever needed; which unassailably cast its own inimitable supremacy; upon every other bit of monotony; satanically thriving on this commercial planet,

No majesty required; not even the most infidel shade of princeliness ever needed; which irrefutably overwhelmed; every ounce of oblivious ordinariness in the fabric of the unceasing atmosphere,

No punctuality required; not even the most ethereal shade of timeliness ever
needed; which gave the most resounding slap in the face of preposterously lambasting indolence,

No power required; not even the most transient shade of domination ever needed; which forever massacred the molehill of weakness; like the most hapless of white ants,

No pretension required; not even the most ephemeral shade of gaudiness ever
needed; which sneeringly surpassed every trifle of bohemian rusticity; in the boundless Universe,

No victory required; not even the most insouciant shade of unshakable triumph ever needed; which insuperably embedded the flag of jubilation; upon every lugubriously blackened corner of planet earth,

No beauty required; not even the most disappearing shade of astoundingly miraculous panorama ever needed; which irrefutably crucified all lacklusterness on boundless earth,

No politics required; not even the most frugal shade of dexterously successfully manipulation ever needed; which inevitably guided the way to the ultimate of a person’s dreams; in this fetidly wretched planet today,

No endless incantations required; not even the most evanescent shades of mellifluously subliming rhymes ever needed; which put every element of frazzled desperation to celestial rest,

No impeccable white robes required; not even the most diminutive shades of
tirelessly meditative holiness ever needed; which interminably dissolved all blemishes into a coffin of amorphous nothingness,
No scarlet blood required; not even the most obfuscated shades of undefeated crimson passion ever needed; which perpetuated new life in the most
cadaverously slaughtering of graveyards,

No clairvoyance required; not even the most impoverished shades of unconquerable Omniscience ever needed; which made every other living being on this earth appear like; lividly vanishing feces,

No authority required; not even the most invisible shades of sanctimoniously
silencing superiority ever needed; which made countless others to slave under; just the imperceptible tip of your little finger,

No brilliance required; not even the most dying shades of pricelessly ameliorating evolution ever needed; which triumphantly snapped the fangs of all doomed stagnation in the world,

No immortality required; not even the most fugitive shades of infallibly everlasting demeanor ever needed; which forever put the word “death” to indescribable shame,

No worshipping required; not even the most penurious shades of maniacal blind faith ever needed; which was an end to the hideously ghoulish spirit of the agnostic,

Instead. If you really wanted to become a perpetually integral ingredient of the Omnipotent Lord’s blood; all you had to do was uninhibitedly leave every element of your body to float in the stream of humanity; and let every of your heartbeat spontaneously and effortlessly bond with the sky of Omnipresent Love.

The walls of even the most majestic of castle needed updations from time to time; to replenish their disdainfully grisly surface with coats of vivaciously bountiful paint,

The bed of even the most sparklingly celestial river needed updations from time to time; to evict it of manmade adulterations and decaying strands of drifting seaweed,

The floors of even the most holistic of abodes needed updations from time to time; stringently scrubbing them of the inevitably abominable carpet of dust sprawled around; extricating the blotches of food and oil that might have inadvertently soiled them,

The skins of even the most accomplished of sages needed updations from time to time; harmoniously rejuvenating them with spell bindingly princely water and the balms of fragrantly holistic mother nature,

The dogs of even the most aristocratically resplendent pedigree needed updations from time to time; stringently innoculating their fleet footed bodies; with contemporary doses of anti-rabies,

The edifices harboring even the most ultra modern amenities needed updations from time to time; blissfully refurbishing their quaint infrastructure with the marvels of astoundingly robotic space age,

The lips of even the most robust organism needed updations from time to time; embellishing them with the astoundingly gregarious sweetness of Mother Nature
and her bountiful fruits divine,

The profiles of even the most impregnably blue chip companies needed updations from time to time; dexterously keeping them in meticulous synergy with
the tumultuously vacillating market conditions,

The soil of even the most bloomingly fecund of gardens needed updations from time to time; enveloping their trajectory with latest seed and fertilizer; to miraculously optimize their sparkling output,

The shoes of even the most fathomlessly rich tycoons needed updations from time to time; replacing their sordidly worn out soles; with fresh linings of tenacious rubber and majestic grace,

The hair of even the most blissfully amiable entities needed updations from time to time; symbiotically abnegating them of horrendously savage outgrowths;
harmoniously civilizing them with poignant pints of musk oil,
The songs of even the most greatest of musicians needed updations from time to time; vibrantly remixing them with an unfathomable reservoir of passionately
pulsating beats; and the rhythm of the enchanting night,

The photographs of even the most scintillating dimensions needed updations from time to time; placing them into exotically regale albums to enthrallingly
capture the moments of beautifully relishing past,

The interiors of even the most stupendously conventional cars needed updations from time to time; refurbishing them with ultra-modern gadgets and silken
upholstery; to magnanimously enhance the ebulliently exhilarating drive,

The ears of even the most perspicaciously wandering organisms needed updations from time to time; explicitly extricating them of obnoxiously unwanted wax and daily debris; ecstatically adorning them with tantalizing earrings and voluptuous vivacity,

The armory of even the most accomplished of doctors needed updations from time to time; jubilantly apprising them of latest technology and miraculously blessing research; to metamorphose all traumatically inexplicable pain into a fountain of everlasting happiness,

The shirts of even the most impeccably glorious cotton needed updations from time to time; concisely scrubbing them of disdainful blotches and sweat stains; embodying them with an unfathomable myriad of floral design; to celestially enlighten the complexion of the morbidly dreary night,

The nostrils of even the most fearlessly philandering organisms needed updations from time to time; poignantly deluging them with fountains of euphorically revitalizing breath; from all sides,

And if there was one thing on this Universe that didn’t need the most minuscule of updation; it was irrefutably the immortally palpitating heart; as its beats continued to perpetually love with the same intensity; even after it had entered its mortal grave.

Train your mind in such a way; that whenever it fantasized; it was only a river of altruistically ameliorating goodness; effulgently basking in the amazingly panoramic colors of living kind,

Train your hands in such a way; that whenever they rose; it was only for invincibly defending every fraternity of humanity; and even after they sunk an infinite feet beneath their morbid graves,

Train your lips in such a way; that whenever they handsomely stretched; it was only for disseminating a wave of eternally fructifying happiness; in every dolorously usurped ingredient of the tyrannized atmosphere,

Train your feet in such a way; that whenever they traversed; it was only for pulverizing even the most infinitesimal trace of parasitic diabolism; with the
scepter of blazingly unparalleled righteousness,

Train your stomach in such a way; that whenever it growled; it was only for consuming the propitiously plentiful fruits of everlastingly proliferating mother
nature; without shedding a droplet of cannibalistically macabre blood,

Train your eyes in such a way; that whenever they opened; it was only for sighting God’s incredulously eclectic beauty of creation; gregariously empathizing with every symbiotically breathing living being; celestially alike,

Train your fingers in such a way; that whenever they wrote; it was only the message or irrefutably unconquerable truth; the message of priceless togetherness which touched the hearts of one and all alike,

Train your tongue in such a way; that whenever it unfurled; it was only for singing in holistic synergy with the countless tunes of the timelessly blessing atmosphere; mollifying even the most traumatized of agony with unbelievably ecstatic melody,

Train your shoulders in such a way; that whenever they hoisted; it was only for mitigating boundless devastated urchins from the corpses of hedonistic slavery; to the paradise of compassionately unceasing oneness,

Train your conscience in such a way; that whenever it whispered; it was only for immortalizing the heaven of truth; without the tiniest innuendo of devilishly
decrepit guilt,

Train your eyelashes in such a way; that whenever they winked; it was only for cavorting with their innocuously pristine counterparts; in perfect tandem
with the vivaciously shimmering rays of the Omnipotently orange Sun,

Train your shadow in such a way; that whenever it wafted; it was only for providing unsurpassably bounteous reprieve to the drearily lambasted traveler; for magically restoring the equanimity of lugubriously estranged mankind,

Train your eyebrows in such a way; that whenever they danced; it was only for profoundly enlightening several besieged with gorily cancerous disease; amuse
the tawdrily fretting corridors of monotony to the most unprecedented limits,

Train your ears in such a way; that whenever they sprang; it was only for imbibing the tunes of brilliantly victorious unity; synergistically assimilating every speck of coalescing consanguinity on this earth around,

Train your bones in such a way; that whenever they itched; it was only for endlessly preserving the majestically unfathomable treasures of Lord’s creation; for bonding into a mountain of insuperably philanthropic friendship,

Train your soul in such a way; that whenever it yearned; it was only for being insurmountably magnetized by the exhilaration of sacrosanct existence; culminating into a wind of eternal freshness even after veritable death,

Train your throat in such a way; that whenever it wailed; it was only for beautifully slurping the mists of tantalizing sensuousness; which would keep it magnificently young even as its burial in the dastardly grave,

Train your nostrils in such a way; that whenever they exhaled; it was only for perpetuating a sky of unflinchingly patriotic camaraderie; in every speck of
ghastily barren space on this lecherously deteriorating globe,

But leave the emollient beats of your passionate heart perpetually free; for if you trained them they would learn to manipulate and cheat; while freedom would
allow them to spread love; love and only immortal love; as fathomlessly as the Creator had created them to be