Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


If the whites of my eyes were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but the Omnipotent contours of your magnanimously disseminating face, 


 


If my fingers were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but the charismatically eternal folds of your bountifully redolent palms, 


 


If my feet were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your unceasingly sacrosanct impressions; upon the intrepidly unflinching trajectory of this stupendously mellifluous Universe, 


 


If my blood was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your spirit of timelessly impregnable humanity; the unfathomable ocean of blissful brotherhood that brilliantly drifted from even the most infinitesimal of your senses, 


 


If my scalp was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your wonderfully gregarious and unconquerably divine pat, 


 


If my ears were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your Omnisciently mitigating and inimitably spell binding voice, 


 


If my bones were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your peerlessly Herculean tenacity; to perennially tower up for the cause 


of philanthropically divine righteousness, 


 


If my lips were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your eternally resplendent and unshakably embracing smile, 


 


If my throat was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your perpetually unhindered sweetness; which proliferated more indomitably than ever; in the mightiest of storms, 


 


If my eyelashes were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your unequivocally simplistic embellishment; which inexhaustibly glistened as the most priceless imagery; in the fathomlessly never-ending Universe, 


 


If my arms were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your insuperably marvelous sweat; from which radiated the true essence 


of majestically truthful perseverance, 


 


If my reflection was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your stupendously unfathomably royalty; your invincibly Omnipresent aura; that sent chills down to the last spine of every tangible and intangible devil, 


 


If my chin was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your unsurpassably endless meadow of pristine mischief; your astoundingly unbeatable ability to enlighten even the most morbidly eviscerating of atmosphere, 


 


If my shoulders were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your spirit of unbelievably Samaritan togetherness; poignantly coalescing every fraternity of living kind, 


 


If my voice was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your sacredly unparalleled ideals; which handsomely liberated the entire treacherously estranged planet; like the wail of a innocuously new born child, 


 


If my persona was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your infallibly fragrant tenacity; to wade through the most cannibalistically parasitic of hurdles; like an unfettered silken prince, 


 


If my conscience was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your everlasting voice of symbiotically humanitarian existence; which uninhibitedly let mother earth proliferate for times beyond infinite infinity, 


 


If my breath was blessed forever to hold just  a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your unending exhilaration to surge forward towards the heavens of goodness; even after the coffins of veritably pulverizing death, 


 


But irrespective of whether my heart was forever  blessed or not to hold


just a single thing; its beats would still hold nothing else but the river of your immortal love; the sky of humanitarian godliness which enshrouded everything fathomless kilometers around you and the center of your regale chest



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