It takes countless droplets of liquid to fill the empty bucket; grant its disdainfully dilapidated persona the stature of heavenly water,
It takes countless beams of sunlight to stringently fumigate the entire planet; deluge a myriad of shattered lives with rays of optimistic hope and blissful happiness,
It takes countless streams of crimson blood; to make the body celestially function; surge forward with unsurpassably arduous vigor in life,
It takes countless pinches of golden sands; to evolve the awe-inspiring and colossally magnificent royal desert,
It takes a countless battalion of voluptuously swirling waves; to evolve the boundlessly majestic and saline ocean,
It takes countless alphabets to write a book; mystically portray the spirit of adventure lingering perpetually for fathomless times to unveil,
It takes countless steps of overwhelming tenacity; to reach the astronomically towering pinnacle of gigantic mountain,
It takes countless roots embedded formidably under loose soil; to form an incomprehensibly tall and brazenly Oligarchic tree,
It takes countless blades of seductively green grass; to evolve a fathomlessly mesmerizing and divinely meadow,
It takes countless number of blood stained tears; to achieve what you really want in currently treacherous existence,
It takes countless petals of poignantly scented flower; to evolve a harmoniously synchronized and grandiloquent garland,
It takes a countless artillery of articulate bones; to dexterously manipulate the intricate movements of robustly transgressing human body,
It takes countless seconds of the rhythmically ticking clock; before the austerely blazing fireball of Sun; actually unfurls into the heart of the stupendously
enchanting night,
It takes countless births before we actually dream of taking birth as insurmountably blessed man; having the privilege of being crowned the most superior in the fraternity of living kind,
It takes countless dreams and an unfathomable ocean of relentless fantasy; before waking up in absolute tranquil harmony at the crack of ephemeral dawn,
It takes countless hours of indefatigable turmoil; to achieve unprecedented corridors of meticulous perfection,
It takes countless draughts of exuberant air; to metamorphose the diminutively burning candle into an incredulously handsome fire escalating unstoppably
towards bits of blue sky,
It takes countless days of innocuous childhood; to mature and harness into professional youth,
And it takes countless lives to find the sacrosanct love of your heart; the love that makes you feel immortally breathing; the love that imparts in you an irrevocable desire; to be forever alive .
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You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 5
PoetryThis Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually Part 5 of the Book titled - You die; I die - Love Poems ( 1600 pages ) . Poems symbolizing the immortality of love and at times its fickleness. Parekh takes the reader through a paradise...
