Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Be it overwhelmingly tall; or be it the shortest man on this astronomically majestic Universe, 


 


Be it preposterously obese; or be it a marvelously perfect angel with gloriously sparkling body contours, 


 


Be it robustly pink; or be it the most horrendously ungainly looking man wandering on the trajectory of this mesmerizing planet, 


 


Be it an impeccable messiah; or be it the most salaciously manipulative entity; entangled in a web of commercially bizarre malice, 


 


O! Yes; Be it any religion or even the most oblivious of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody's veins was a poignant scarlet; so c'mon mates lets relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly


priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT.


 


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Be it incomprehensibly penurious; or be it an organism blessed with all the unfathomable embellishment of this earth, 


 


Be it immaculately white; or be it a human more horrifically blacker than sordid charcoal in veritable complexion, 


 


Be it an insipidly inconspicuous laggard; or be it the most stupendously fastest and euphoric man on this boundless Universe, 


 


Be it ominously infertile; or be it the most articulately blossoming artist evolving insatiably compassionate enigma; on every step that he blissfully transgressed, 


 


O! Yes; Be it any continent or even the most oblivious of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody's veins was a poignant scarlet; so c'mon mates lets relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly


priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT.


 


3.


 


Be it irrefutable Hindu; or be it a resolute Mohammedan sacredly chanting in the Omnipotent mosque; tirelessly all day and night, 


 


Be it intransigently staunch; or be it an individual uninhibitedly unleashing into a fountain of eternally resplendent freedom; every unfurling minute of the brilliant day, 


 


Be it voluptuously charismatic; or be it a rudimentary rustic buffoon; wandering wholesomely bereft of even the most capricious of knowledge of this enchanting


planet, 


 


Be it a sagaciously chivalrous philosopher; or be it a pathetically illiterate beggar cacophonically wailing on the discordantly uncouth streets, 


 


O! Yes; Be it any tribe or even the most oblivious of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody's veins was a poignant scarlet; so c'mon mates lets


relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT.


 


4.


 


Be it abominably prejudiced; or be it an altruistically regale spirit celestially and


ubiquitously diffusing the scintillating essence of mankind, 


 


Be it ingeniously innovative; or be it an obnoxiously dumb human; not knowing how to use even his vividly big thumb, 


 


Be it piquantly sharp and truculently volatile; or be it a living being as placid as the miraculously placating midnight Moon, 


 


Be it malevolently disgruntled; or be it an entity who existed for nothing else but; ecumenically disseminating the spirit of ingratiating happiness, 


 


O! Yes; Be it any culture or even the most oblivious of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody's veins was a poignant scarlet; so c'mon mates lets relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly


priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT.



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