Life = Death - volume 5 - Poems on Life , Death

MAKE ME IMMUNE

Don't make me immune to resplendent emotions; but make me irrefutably immune to all those outrageously overruling them; brutally pulverizing them under a carpet of insidious monotony,

Don't make me immune to bountifully captivating beauty; but make me intransigently immune to all those mercilessly marauding and ruthlessly neglecting it,

Don't make me immune to fathomless lands of enchanting grass; but make me incorrigibly immune to all those diabolically spitting and barbarically chopping them,

Don't make me immune to undulating waves of the ravishing sea; but make me irrevocably immune to all those derogatorily adulterating and corrupting them with nuclear warfare,

Don't make me immune to the astoundingly Omnipotent scent of the gregarious lotus; but make me irretrievably immune to all those uncouthly devastating its stupendous serenity; with their swords of bizarre commercialism,

Don't make me immune to the majestically divine rays of the flamboyant Sun; but make me unsurpassably immune to all those lecherously castigating them for their sweltering shine,

Don't make me immune to tantalizingly spell binding fantasy; but make me irrevocably immune to all those invidiously massacring it with graveyards of abhorrent prejudice,

Don't make me immune to grandiloquently glittering gold coins; but make me intractably immune to all those pompously tossing them; rather than helping
despicably beleaguered mankind,

Don't make me immune to melodiously singing birds; but make me unfathomably immune to all those tyrannically slitting their throats; to spuriously toast for surreptitious nocturnal delights,

Don't make me immune to the symbiotically harmonious religion of humanity; but make me unprecedentedly immune to all those invidiously infiltrating it with
pathetically infinitesimal idiosyncrasies of caste; creed and discriminating color,

Don't make me immune to unconquerably priceless truth; but make me dogmatically immune to all those satanically degrading it with an acrimoniously fretful battlefield of blatant lies,

Don't make me immune to effusively jubilant tears; but make me wholesomely immune to all those who kept relentlessly crying; despite having all the wealth on this gorgeously fathomless Universe,

Don't make me immune to immortally Omniscient martyrs; but make me boundlessly immune to all those who insipidly ridiculed and forlornly condemned their acts of gloriously altruistic heroism,

Don't make me immune to the voluptuous shadows of sensuousness; but make me overwhelmingly immune to all those tried to burn them in the swirl of abominably clockwork machinery,

Don't make me immune to ingratiatingly enigmatic mysticism; but make me truculently immune to all those believing in nothing else but the disdainfully boring ticktocking of time,

Don't make me immune to synergistically surviving wildlife; but make me entirely immune to all those beheading innocent animals; just to placate that inconspicuously extra bit of taste in their nonchalant tongues,

Don't make me immune to eternally fructifying friendship; but make me uncompromisingly immune to all those salaciously trying to poison it with the fangs of indescribably sordid greed,

Don't make me immune to blissfully earthly and panoramically natural sounds; but make me indomitably immune to all those agonizingly trying to trample them; with the voices of threadbare superficiality,

Don't make me immune to the heavenly seductive cisterns of pungent breath; but make me timelessly immune to all those wanting to deliberately snap it; with maelstroms of indiscriminately unending hatred,

And don't make me immune to the immortally sacrosanct chapters of love and the heart O! Almighty Lord; but make me perpetually immune to all those not harboring respect for them; paving their way ahead in life like cold-blooded parasites.