The Power of Black - Poems on Humanity , Social Cause - volume 2

DON'T WORRY

Don't worry if he had chosen you to be blind; depriving you of indispensable blankets of blissful sight,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an extraordinary prowess of hearing; making you discern even the most sensitive sounds in the atmosphere; which your sighted counterparts had not the slightest of ability to ever conceive.

Don't worry if he had chosen you to be deaf; divesting you of the most miraculous tenacity to intricately hear,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an astronomical virtue of hawk sight; engendering you to witness even the most distortedly bleary images
floating in voluptuous space; which your mates with perfect ears; had not the slightest of ability to ever perceive.

Don't worry if he had chosen you to be dumb; irrevocably refraining you to utter even the most inconspicuously infinitesimal sound,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an unfathomably delightful virtue of expression; propelling you to magnificently divulge the inner most feelings of your heart; which your supremely tongued compatriots; had not the slightest of ability to ever imagine.

Don't worry if he had chosen you to be maim; acridly crippled to the ground; without even the most minuscule of support to march on your own feet,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with the winds of profusely marvelous artistry; which your celestially fingered and fleet footed fellow beings; had not the slightest of ability to ever dream about.

Don't worry if he had chosen you to be incomprehensibly weak; triggering you to collapse towards the soil every time you tried to get up; afflicted with inexplicable disease all over the blood in your impoverished body,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with ingratiating philosophy and an astoundingly overwhelming tenacity to face the most mightiest of
enemies; which your robustly complexioned mates; had not the slightest of ability to ever fantasize.

Don't worry if he had chosen you to be horrendously Black; coating your entire diminutive countenance with a dungeon of hideous darkness,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an incredulously augmenting wave of uninhibited compassion; which your frigidly snow white mates; had not the slightest of ability to ever posses.

Don't worry if he had chosen you to be pathetically tiny; with every entity that traversed by your side; looming like an untamed giant over your ludicrously
stooping shoulders,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with a lion hearted chest to face the most treacherous of catastrophe that descended from the cosmos; which your belligerently towering and pistol clad friends; had not the slightest of ability to stand upto.

Don't worry if he had chosen you to be illiterate; swooning ridiculously towards obdurate soil; the instant you heard an obsoletely alien accent lingering around,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with the intransigent rudiments of unity; peace and irrefutable truth; which your bombastically stylish and
manipulatively corporate city counterparts; had not the slightest of ability to ever inculcate.

And Don't worry if he had chosen you to be poor; penuriously surviving each day of your unsurpassably marathon life; sporadically blending with sleazy
drawers of threadbare dust,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with the immortal island of love as you passionately throbbed till beyond the island of tantalizing eternity; which your stinkingly rich and opulently glamorous companions; had not the slightest of ability to ever belong to