Indian Poet Nikhil Parekh

Both were extraordinarily equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most handsomely unassailable cisterns of fantastic life; or whether it be the coffins of the most gruesomely asphyxiating death,

Both were celestially equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most magnetically inebriating fields of Omnipotent life; or whether it be the mortuaries of the most deplorably debilitating death,

Both were enchantingly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most vivaciously emollient chapters of Omnipresent life; or whether it be the hell of the most gorily pulverizing death,

Both were fabulously equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most
resplendently ubiquitous caverns of spell binding life; or whether it be the
gallows of the most horrendously perverted death,

Both were astoundingly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most
jubilantly effervescent caravans of majestic life; or whether it be the pigstalks of the most venomously maddening death,

Both were pricelessly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most poignantly symbiotic winds of unassailable life; or whether it be the claws of the
most torturously cannibalistic death,

Both were unbelievably equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most
iridescently patriotic grasslands of victorious life; or whether it be the jails of the
most hideously massacring death,

Both were triumphantly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most eternally proliferating cradles of effulgent life; or whether it be the shadows of the
most perilously apocalyptic death,

Both were royally equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most optimistically enlightening skies of vivid life; or whether it be the carcasses of the most fetidly depriving death,

Both were sacredly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most tantalizingly virile shapes of artistic life; or whether it be the doldrums of the most amorphously crucifying death,

Both were wonderfully equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most
impeccably virgin pearls of egalitarian life; or whether it be the madhouses
of the most deliriously dogmatic death,

Both were sensuously equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most divinely truthful fabric of synergistic life; or whether it be the maelstroms of the
most satanically annihilating death,

Both were fragrantly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most inimitably reinvigorating thunder of undefeated life; or whether it be the thorns of the
most diabolically silencing death,

Both were unshakably equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most unconquerably inimitable expression of fructifying life; or whether it be the stones of the most emotionlessly penalizing death,

Both were magnanimously equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most brilliantly unfettered rainbows of ecstatic life; or whether it be the holes of the
most ominously disappearing death,

Both were heroically equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most
ecumenically endowing ingredients of unsurpassable life; or whether it be the expurgations of the most sadistically incarcerated death,

Both were incredulously equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most bountifully sparkling mirrors of undauntedly righteous life; or whether it be the stench of the most horrifically stagnating death,

Both were regally equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most passionately spawning beats of immortally faithful life; or whether it be the dungeons of the
most criminally indescribable death,

Both were incomparably equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it the be the most inscrutably enigmatic seas of fathomlessly frosty life; or whether it be the scarecrows of the most vindictively aggrieved death,

And both would forever and ever and ever remain ebulliently equal; blessed and beautiful; for on them both was the sole control of the Omniscient Creator; for both of them were; are and would forever remain bestowed upon all living kind alike; as the ultimate gifts of the Almighty Lord.

The ultimate crown of my miserably impoverished eyes; was your eternally resplendent garden of symbiotically uniting empathy,

The ultimate crown of my diminutively impoverished brain; was your fantastically endless ocean of enchantingly bountiful dreams,

The ultimate crown of my ethereally impoverished eyelashes; was your timelessly unconquerable inspiration to exuberantly surge forward in every aspect of life,

The ultimate crown of my traumatically impoverished lips; was your vivaciously untamed rainbow of eternally blessed sensuousness,

The ultimate crown of my depravingly impoverished bones; was your inexhaustible temerity to fearlessly withstand even the most treacherous apocalypses of violent hell,

The ultimate crown of my parasitically impoverished fingers; was your inimitably unparalleled festoon of tirelessly majestic artistry,

The ultimate crown of my inconspicuously impoverished veins; was the poignantly indomitable flavor of your ubiquitously uniting blood,

The ultimate crown of my haplessly impoverished palms; was the brilliantly
enlightening sky of your royally infallible destiny lines,

The ultimate crown of my asphyxiatingly impoverished ears; was the impregnable ingredient of unconquerable oneness in the cadence of your selfless voice,

The ultimate crown of my preposterously impoverished throat; was the effulgently limitless sweetness of your Omnipotently ecstatic creation,

The ultimate crown of my waywardly impoverished footsteps; was the insuperably redolent path of Omnipresent righteousness; that you timelessly traversed,

The ultimate crown of my brutally impoverished intestines; was the fruits of
panoramically pristine creation that you blissfully assimilated; every single unfurling minute of your victorious life,

The ultimate crown of my impotently impoverished persona; was the countless
seeds of synergistically fragrant evolution that you sowed; as every night took heavenly control of the sweltering day,

The ultimate crown of my obliviously impoverished skin; was the torrential
rain showers of tantalizing rhapsody; that perennially promulgated from your harmonious existence,

The ultimate crown of my squalidly impoverished conscience; was the miraculously mitigating essence of your unassailably liberating truth,

The ultimate crown of my hedonistically impoverished soul; was your perpetually philanthropic spirit of timelessly coalescing with every fragment and sect of divine humanity,

The ultimate crown of my ephemerally impoverished shadow; was your unsurpassably Omniscient jewel of unconquerably godly honesty,

The ultimate crown of my grouchily impoverished nostrils; was your immeasurably sacred breath of astoundingly proliferating newness,

And the ultimate crown of my helplessly impoverished heart; was your immortally blessed beats of unconditionally holy love; love and beautifully ardent love.

The murderously monotonous tycoon got up with a sordid groan even before the cock could crow outside his bedroom window; to nonchalantly squabble his sanctimonious appointments for the morning,
While I snored like a gentle giant all day; evading every trace of ferociously atrocious daylight; only to profusely drown myself into a paradise of celestial poetry; all throughout the voluptuously star studded night.

The indiscriminately slandering tycoon got up with in a state of inexplicably ungainly shock; treacherously preparing his every bone to walk with his corporate comrades and with only a pair of shorts on his body; in the uncontrollably trembling wind of the winter dawn,
While I unrelentingly fantasized with my eyes perennially shut all blistering day; only to insatiably churn unfathomable volumes of poetry; in the heart of the ravishingly pearly night.

The derogatorily corrupt tycoon got up as even the most mercurial of ant tickled his foot; envisaging it to be his dreadfully dastardly boss; snapping his salary for the month,
While I romantically shut my lids to the sunshine drifting down the majestic hills all day; only to intransigently fulminate into a catharsis of heart rendering poetry; in the lap of the iridescently beautiful night.

The truculently chauvinistic tycoon got up and stirred the entire household awake; even as the yawn dogmatically refrained to leave his inexorably aching mouth,
While I innocuously sang and snoozed all day with the symbiotic beats of Nature Divine; only to spawn into an entrenchment of unassailably priceless poetry; in
the fabric of the sensuously enchanting night.

The maliciously grotesque tycoon got up to the first rings of his sleazily embellished mobile phone; for which he gave the most indescribable of abuse but still considered it more than his wife and the only measly mantra for his life,
While I cozily tucked myself under the caverns of unprecedented enthrallment all blazingly unstoppable day; only to magically inundate the atmosphere with eclectically vibrant poetry; in the miraculously healing rhythm of the spell bindingly panoramic night.

The perfidiously barbarous tycoon got up like frigidly colorless icecream; wholesomely brainwashed by the chill of his state-of-the-art airconditioner; and the
ostentatiously bizarre whisky that he had consumed to please his clients; the evening before,
While I surreally wandered like an unhindered prince through the ebulliently cascading waterfalls all day; only to euphorically erupt into a festoon of sacrosanct poetry; in the everlastingly effulgent cadence of the regally rain soaked night.

The obnoxiously white collar tycoon got up asphyxiating the throat of his adorable wife; perceiving it to be the whiplash of his maliciously decrepit senior; as his nightmare continued relentlessly mercilessly,
While I assimilated all benign goodness of this scintillating planet with my eyelashes curled all day; only to timelessly gallivant with the heaven of immaculate poetry; in the playground of the ecstatically moonlit night.

The invidiously blood sucking tycoon got up with a cleaver on his newborn’s throat; for inadvertently teaching him to uninhibitedly rest and reap,
While I fantastically obfuscated myself far away from the insipid vagaries of this planet all day; only to remarkably revel in the aura of Godly poetry; in the heart of the ingratiatingly charismatic and vivid night.

O! Yes my life was infinite times more blessed than the satanically marauding and hollow tycoon; for although he had all laurels and wealth in this world to whimsically execute,
He eventually went to the Lord’s hell for diffusing abhorrently prejudiced unhappiness in every molecule around him; while I immortally lived even after death without even earning a single penny; in the breath of my Omnipotent poetry.

The mystic tune of melodious air,
Shimmering brightly in perennial softness,
With breaths of insatiable desire,
Like a golden harp beside me,
Flowing past my eyes; smothering all sorrows,
Entitling its presence to my skin,
With showers of silken delight to follow.

The path of air inside me,
Imprisons me with a wave of hope,
Briskly striding over a mountain of sadness,
Subsiding every iota of pain,
Enveloping my whole being in a languid manner,
Making surplus availability of exuberant thoughts,
To say goodbye to me.

That blazing rumble of soft movement,
Tickles my conscience astride,
Offering its red hot tenacity,
To the liquid of rage inside me,
Penetrating me with slow viscosity,
Determining my fate to go,
Placing me in an abysmal dilemma,
Like the dexterous string of elastic bows.

Just philandering through the unfathomably embellished interiors of the palace; doesn’t make you even one iota of a prince at all,
He who might be breathing in an infinitesimally dingy hole; but yet obeying the principles of timelessly unequivocal and synergistic simplicity; epitomizes gloriously unparalleled kinghood; is indeed the truest king.

Just adorning your fingers with the costliest of rings and glittering diamonds of the earth; doesn’t make you even one speck of a prince at all,
He who might be walking barefoot without even a roof to sequester his scalp; but yet beautifully bonding with every fraternity of living kind handsomely alike; epitomizes brilliantly insuperable kinghood; is indeed the truest king.

Just unrelentingly rolling through mountains of unsurpassable gold while nonchalant snores emanated from your mouth; doesn’t make you even one whisker of
a prince at all,
He who might be wandering without a cloth on his uncontrollably shivering body; but yet kissing the sacrosanct soil which had pricelessly evolved him; epitomizes unshakably royal kinghood; is indeed the truest king.

Just endlessly partying in under waterfalls of the most opulent of wine; cavorting with the most emolliently tantalizing fairies on this earth; doesn’t make you even one shadow of a prince at all,
He who might be without a mercurial morsel of food in his stomach; but yet altruistically offering every droplet of his blood to mitigate hedonistically tyrannized humanity; epitomizes unassailably peerless kinghood; is indeed the truest king.

Just uncontrollably massacring everything that came into your hands; at your own whimsically eccentric will; doesn’t make you one impression of a prince at all,
He who might be profusely drenched in nothing but ordinarily colorless sweat all day and night; but yet holistically frolicking with and indefatigably admiring the panoramic treasures of Nature divine; epitomizes impregnably unflinching kinghood; is indeed the truest king.

Just fostering a cornucopia of the most sagaciously rarest literature in the world; unceasingly smoking the highest quality cigar in your library while countless slaved for you outside; doesn’t make you one grain of a prince at all,
He who might be sporadically hurled in by the unsparingly violent sea tides; but yet harnessing each alphabet of his writing with the fragrance of unconquerably blissful truth; epitomizes triumphantly eternal kinghood; is indeed the truest king.

Just making the entire planet dance at the tips of your snobbishly sullen fingers; using disastrously nuclear and atomic power to its vindictive best; doesn’t make you one breath of a prince at all,
He who might be inevitably nearing his dreaded corpse; but yet fervently working towards uniting the acrimoniously estranged planet into the religion of unbreakable humanity; epitomizes celestially effulgent kinghood; is indeed the truest king.

Just adorning your spurious skin with the earth’s greatest perfumes; toasting to your feckless success while countless licked the squalidness of your anarchist shoe; doesn’t make you one ingredient of a prince at all,
He who might be hoisting unimaginable tonnes of garbage on his head for indispensable survival; but yet compassionately parenting every infant dreadfully
orphaned on this globe; epitomizes wonderfully ebullient kinghood; is indeed the truest king.

Just inhaling the most sensuously untainted flowers in your palatial gardens for a second; and then making them the mincemeat of your toweringly decrepit feet;
doesn’t make you one wink of a prince at all,
He who might be unstoppably bleeding under the attack of sadistically cannibalistic parasites; but yet ardently leaning forward to protect the divinely redolence of his selfless mother till his very last breath; epitomizes indomitably perpetual kinghood; is
indeed the truest king.

And just floating in the aisles of silken luxury for times immemorial; liberating the hideously entrapped sensuality in your body to the most unprecedented limits; doesn’t make you one cranny of a prince at all,
He who might be truculently shattered to an infinite pieces by the disparagingly conventional society; but yet solely following the innermost tunes of his heart
and ubiquitously disseminating the spirit of immortal love in every organism alike; epitomizes fathomlessly perennial kinghood; is indeed the truest king.

In order to bring out the true essence of rose; you need to place it in strong currents of misty breeze,

In order to bring out the true sparkle of diamond; you need to scrub it vigorously with a coarse chunk of cloth,

In order to bring out the true flavor of milk; you need to tenaciously extract the same from the sacrosanct demeanor of mother cow,

In order to bring out the true softness of scalp hair; you need to meticulously entangle the disdainful clusters; swish the hair brush animatedly all over,

In order to bring out the true aroma of swirling waves; you need to make them collide with the mammoth conglomerate of shining rocks,

In order to bring out the true color of the sky; you need to inundate it with dazzling beams of sunlight,

In order to bring out the true taste of succulent apple; you need to masticate the same with overwhelming ardor,

In order to bring out the true strength of cement; you need to sprinkle it with small pints of water everyday; granting it fortification with every hour unleashing,

In order to bring out the true heat of sands; you need to let them sizzle in hostile light rays of the afternoon,

In order to bring out the true complexion of the chameleon; you need to let it philander freely in constantly changing surroundings,

In order to bring out the true size of the preposterously huge whale; you need to place it in a pond replete with small fish,

In order to bring out the true transparency of mirror, you need to sight your reflection in the same; at an hour past unearthly midnight,

In order to bring out the true scent of nondescript mud; you need flood the same with infinite globules of fresh rainwater,

In order to bring out the true voice of the nightingale; you need to provide it with a perpetually still ambience to sing its melodious tunes,
In order to bring out the true smile of a child; you need to hoist it high in the air; kiss and tickle it voraciously in its ribs,

In order to bring out the true speed of the panther; you need to entice him with a flock of nimble footed deer galloping through the forest,

In order to bring out the true belligerence of a soldier; you need to place him against his adversary; on the merciless battlefield,

In order to bring out the true fervor of love; you need to stand by your beloved till times immemorial,

And in order to bring out the true spirit of life; you need to plunge into the sea of vivacious adventure; confront a plethora of acerbic barricades; and yet come out of
it all guns blazing.

You might have emptied unfathomable barrels of blood from your body for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you all the richness of this gigantic world; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who unflinchingly dare to shed even a single droplet of their inconspicuous blood; for the sake of their majestically sacrosanct motherland.

You might have unsparingly thrashed all bones of your body to pulverized curry for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you the entire wisdom of
this exotic earth; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who lend even a diminutive iota of their altruistic shoulder; to alleviate their priceless motherland; from the clutches of bizarrely barbaric captivity.

You might have ruthlessly exploded even the last trace of your voice for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you all fascinating enchantment of
this ever-pervading Universe; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who blazingly utter even a single word; to defend their gloriously royal motherland; against salaciously acrimonious traitors.

You might have lecherously maimed both your hand and feet for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you the Omnipotent power to conquer the
entire planet; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who intrepidly take even a single step forward; to relinquish the last iota of life; for blissfully preserving their; fabulously indomitable motherland.

You might have vindictively burnt both your eyes for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you the spell binding power to maneuver the destinies
of all on this fathomless earth; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who fearlessly protect even a single fraction of soil; for regally immortalizing their; beautifully divine motherland.

You might have treacherously sliced the entire network of your intestines for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you all the voluptuous charisma of the boundless globe; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who smilingly bear even the most lethal wounds on their chest; perpetually ensuring that no power on this Universe could ever; invidiously intrude upon their blessed motherland.

You might have venomously poisoned your entire brain for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you all the invincibly glittering success of the
unsurpassable earth; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who patriotically sacrifice even an infinitesimal portion of their memory; evolving the most ingenious of ideas; to wholesomely bereft their compassionate motherland; from the ignominy of extinction.

You might have ominously exonerated the entire air from your nostrils for your ownself; praying to Lord Almighty; to grant you all lives on this colossal planet and that too for infinite more births to yet unveil; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who uninhibitedly diffuse even a single breath of theirs; to spawn a civilization of perennial newness; on every cranny of their bountifully resplendent motherland.

And you might have tyrannically extricated every iota of caring from your heart for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you the happiness of all
on this unending globe; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who selflessly donate a single beat of their love; for embellishing every quarter of their heavenly motherland; with the spirit of timelessly proliferating existence.

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to distribute exuberant air; but the true challenge lies in evolving the winds of newness; out of bizarrely preposterously bits of inane nothingness,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to clamber the slope of the mountain; but the true challenge lies in evolving indomitably unflinching patriotism; out of grains of fecklessly infinitesimal sand obsoletely sprinkled around,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to swim in the ocean; but the true challenge lies in evolving the waters of eternally mesmerizing freedom; out of unsurpassably derogatory hopelessness,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to smell the rose; but the true challenge lies in evolving the fragrance of everlasting togetherness; out of salaciously invidious brutality lingering everywhere,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to eat tantalizing food; but the true challenge lies in evolving fruits of unassailably egalitarian humanity; out of endlessly adulterated and disparagingly lackadaisical soil,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to run; but the true challenge lies in evolving the unconquerable speed of benign goodness; out of maliciously lugubrious and acridly sodomizing politics,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to sight; but the true challenge lies in evolving the lantern of perennially mesmerizing hope in the eyes of one and all alike; out of haplessly beleaguered Blackness,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to express; but the true challenge lies in evolving insuperable righteousness in every cranny of the heart; out of murderously delirious betrayal all around,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to shoot; but the true challenge lies in evolving a sky of Omnipotent honesty to forever kill the indiscriminately marauding devil; out of corpses of endlessly massacring stagnation,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to smile; but the true challenge lies in evolving an unsurpassable heaven of happiness in every dwelling besieged with obnoxious despair; out of cold-bloodedly flagrant and unsparing diabolism around,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to dress up; but the true challenge lies in evolving the perpetual warmth of uninhibited friendship in good
times and bad; out of satanically squelching maelstroms of crippling hatred around,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to measure time; but the true challenge lies in evolving a timeless township of earnestly respectful punctuality; out of dastardly delinquent and rotting laziness,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to adventure; but the true challenge lies in evolving an inimitable forest of exhilaratingly untainted
enchantment; out of monotonously bizarre and truculently lambasting commercialism,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to sleep; but the true challenge lies in evolving a peerless blanket of invincibly celestial tranquility; out of frenetically disappearing nervousness,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to be seduced; but the true challenge lies in evolving a limitless sea of tantalizing euphoria; out of a desert of raunchily decrepit decay and ghastly desolation,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to dance; but the true challenge lies in evolving an boundless entrenchment of creativity in even the most penuriously diminishing of soul; out of mortuaries of nonchalantly stinking death,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to write; but the true challenge lies in evolving a treasury of unfathomably royal sensitivity; out of treacherously barren and meaninglessly blank paper,

There were an infinite ways in the modern world today to breathe; but the true challenge lies in evolving an unbreakable relationship of symbiotic humanity; out of barbarously goddamned manipulation and frigid snobbishness,

And there were an infinite ways in the modern world today to love; but the true challenge lies in evolving an immortal heartbeat of everlastingly unshakable
equality; out of hedonistically cacophonic and intransigently cursing hell’s around.

The apple tree swayed frivolously in the air; bearing crimson crested fruit peeping out from its dense foliage,
However as came freezing winter; its leaves wore a shriveled look; inevitably feeling the chill and sporadically falling to the ground.

The cherry tree looked awe inspiring and magnificent from a distance; with succulent balls of incongruous shapes clinging to its tendrils,
However as the wind blew mightily; stormy currents of air collided with it; infinite berries fell down on earth; rendering it as a pathetic sight to witness.

The coconut tree appeared domineering; standing at unprecedented heights from the mud; firmly holding its ground in the tenacious ocean breeze,
However as I shook it; exerting all my power assiduously assisted by my fellow mates; the hard shell fell with a thump on the floor; snapping apart into scores of asymmetrical halves.

The maple tree looked like an angel descended from the sky; with its golden leaves shimmering in the sunshine,
However as the vigils of autumn took over; it now resembled a threadbare urchin; shivering incessantly as the slightest of current struck its naked persona.

The mango tree appeared enticing and voluptuous; with a conglomerate of brilliant shell adhering to it faithfully,
However the same replicated and impoverished beggar; as a battalion of red ant and woodpecker; nibbled passionately at its flaccid fruit.

The fir tree looked enchanting in the moonlight; producing sweet volley of rustling voices,
However as snow fell unrelentingly from the sky; its branches drooped towards the slope; unable to bear the tyranny of ice any longer.

The Banyan tree appeared impregnable; with its century old roots dangling impeccably like compactly entwined threads,
However it developed a series of gaping holes in its silhouette; as a fleet of parasitic termites attacked it voraciously from all sides.

The Fig tree looked a sight to feast under the blistering Sun; with rubicund slices of fruit embellishing its persona,
However as the diabolical owl inhabited it at night; people shirked away from it in utter abhorrence; as much as they had initially loved it.

The Lemon tree growing in my backyard appeared pretty phlegmatic; slowly gyrating with the breeze; bearing a bunch of poignant fruit,
However it soon dried up into a mangled heap; when I inadvertently forgot to feed it with salubrious manure and water.

And the Tree of Our Immortal Love looked the most splendid of them all; bearing perennial fruit in all seasons; unhampered by the onset of the most thunderous rain and snow; unperturbed by the pandemonium going on in the world,
It had stood the test of all times; stood as formidable as the Omnipotent Creator; for fathomless centuries; even after we had evacuated the soil of this earth.

No religion ever teaches you to abhorrently discriminate; pulverize the innocuously innocent to inconspicuous bits of ludicrously frigid ash,

No religion ever teaches you to maliciously murder; parasitically suck blood from the veins of the divinely immaculate; in order to appease the Goddess of blissful existence,

No religion ever teaches you to perniciously prejudice; malevolently castigate inexplicably
deprived tribes; with swords of bizarre commercialism,

No religion ever teaches you to aimlessly loiter; invidiously plucking impeccable flesh at gay abandon; whenever the bowels of your languidly famished intestines; treacherously desired,

No religion ever teaches you to insidiously corrupt; adulterate the holistically celestial fabric of innocent society; with webs of meaningless manipulation,

No religion ever teaches you to heinously snatch; uncouthly divest symbiotically harmonious beings of; their daily fodder and indispensably glorious roof,

No religion ever teaches you to ignominiously abuse; vehemently ostracize the sagaciously sacrosanct ideals of a person on the path towards irrefutable
righteousness; with the venom of gory lechery entrapped in your throat,

No religion ever teaches you to ruthlessly excoriate; barbarically strip the flesh of the timidly diminutive; to embellish your bodies with compassionately silken warmth,

No religion ever teaches you to mercilessly overtopple the penuriously hapless; erect your palaces of spuriously grandiloquent silver; on the foundations of their pricelessly poignant blood,

No religion ever teaches you to worthlessly sleep; ominously whiling every fantastically fragrant minute of life; staring maniacally towards the fathomless carpets of non-existent space,

No religion ever teaches you to devastatingly orphan; acrimoniously separate heavenly infants like cakes of insipid sawdust; from their Omnipotent mother’s womb,

No religion ever teaches you to tyrannically lambaste; bombard blissful civilizations in wisps of nonchalant smoke and disgruntling malice,

No religion ever teaches you to brutally besiege; savagely capture the most cherished possessions of a philanthropic traveler; to inundate your own treasuries; with loads of pompous wealth,

No religion ever teaches you to disparagingly trick; drown another person to the rock bottom of the hideously sinister grave; just to achieve your so called pinnacle of; lackadaisically glittering success,

No religion ever teaches you to diabolically lie; unsparingly annihilate your benign compatriots with daggerheads of sullen depression; just to metamorphose yourself; into a fortress of invincible power,

No religion ever teaches you to viciously dream; indefatigably fantasize about deplorably thrusting your lust upon angels frolicking in blue sky; pristine maidens philandering upon; chocolate brown crusts of soil,

No religion ever teaches you to salaciously betray; shatter princely hearts all across the Universe; with perilously gory battlefields of; caste; creed or race,

No religion ever teaches you to oppressively take breath away; decimate synergistically rhapsodic entities to corpses of infinitesimal hair; just to stuff enough air in your lungs to last you for a countless lifetimes,

And No religion on this earth; ever overshadows another religion or could be irrefutably termed as the best; in this man made rat race for insurmountable power; as they all had; have; and will forever have their roots firmly embedded; in the tree of immortal
humanity.