Like it was impossible for the Sun to leave the fathomless sky; ever dream of coming down to settle and snore on the earth; even once
during the tenure of its endlessly blazing lifetime,
Like it was impossible for the epitome to leave the towering mountain; ever dream of coming down to the ground and see ordinary sized human life; even once during the tenure of its unceasingly impenetrable lifetime,
Like it was impossible for the Shark to leave the gigantic ocean; ever dream of coming to inhale fresh air on the virgin shores; even once during the tenure of its indefatigably princely and salty lifetime,
Like it was impossible for the roots of the tree to leave the compassionate soil; ever dream of coming to plush interiors of the corporate empire; even once during the tenure of its ebulliently moistened lifetime,
Like it was impossible for the cactus to leave the majestic deserts; ever dream of coming to tranquilly enamoring ripples of the seasonal pond; even once during the tenure of its ecstatically sweltering lifetime,
Like it was impossible for blackness to leave the bewildering night; ever dream of coming to the first golden rays of pristinely burgeoning dawn; even once during the tenure of its voluptuously ingratiating lifetime,
Like it was impossible for the diamond to leave the insuperable king's crown; ever dream of coming to the preposterously fetid and cacophonic rivulets of the gutter; even once during the tenure of its astoundingly sparkling lifetime,
Like it was impossible for the destiny lines to leave the royally endowed palms; ever dream of coming to the clinically monitored scientists palette; even once during the tenure of their inexplicably exhilarating lifetime,
Like it was impossible for the pearl to leave the confines of the princely oyster; ever dream of coming to breathe the unabashed freshness of the atmosphere; even once during the tenure of its gloriously untainted lifetime,
Like it was impossible for the fantasy to leave the inscrutably enthralling brain; ever dream of coming to the terrestrial globe of maiming reality; even once during the tenure of its bountifully vivacious lifetime,
Like it was impossible for immortal love to leave the passionately altruistic heart; ever dream of coming to the sadistically manipulative weighing machines of gold and silver; even once during the tenure of its perpetually blessed lifetime,
Like it was impossible for innocence to leave the uninhibitedly ordinary child; ever dream of coming to the mercilessly horn-rimmed glasses of the politician cum robotic business tycoon; even once during the tenure of its pricelessly undefeated lifetime,
Like it was impossible for the birds to leave the fathomless openness of the sky; ever dream of coming to walk left-right alongside articulate man; even once during the tenure of their triumphantly euphoric lifetime,
Like it was impossible for the lion to leave the infallibly kingly forests; ever dream of coming to stingily clad and spaced human abode; even once during the tenure of its overpoweringly flamboyant lifetime,
Like it was impossible for the crabs to leave the unperturbed sea shores; ever dream of coming to spin a web between monstrously blocked walls; even once during the tenure of their effervescently intrepid lifetime,
Like it was impossible for the stars to leave the boundless cosmos; ever dream of coming to rejoice beside earthworms and enchanting dewdrops; even once during the tenure of their optimistically twinkling lifetimes,
Like it was impossible for breath to leave the amiably living nostrils; ever dream of coming to the innumerable hapless corpses lying askew in the dolorous graveyard; even once during the tenure of its invincibly fiery lifetime,
Like it was impossible for truth to leave the unassailably unfettered droplets of blood; ever dream of coming to the amorphous form of the parasitic ghost; even once during the tenure of its unflinchingly scintillating lifetime,
It was similarly impossible for me to leave my poetry and you O! Omnipotent God; ever dream of coming to this commercially mundane planet—who did nothing but ridicule my sensitivity; even once during the tenure of my romantically liberating lifetime.
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1 God - Poems on God , Creator - volume 1
PoetryA ramification of the innumerable Omnipotent fragrances of life that I , Nikhil Parekh , have smelt by the grace of God - I'm grateful to him for enlightening me about his chapters of invincible creation and considering me worthy enough to describe...
