Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


It might indefatigably roam in a countless directions on this fathomless Universe; but in the end the mellifluously bumble bee came back only to its resplendently harmonious hive, 


 


It might unendingly roam in a countless directions on this boundless Universe; but in the end the scepter of altruistically fearless truth came back only to the cradle 


of unflinchingly eternal righteousness, 


 


It might unnervingly roam in a countless directions on this gargantuan Universe; but in the end the victoriously unhindered lion came back only to the peerlessly snuggled den in the forests, 


 


It might unceasingly roam in a countless directions on this colossal Universe; but in the end the poignantly undulating wave came back only to the heart of the choppily untamed sea, 


 


It might tirelessly roam in a countless directions on this unbelievable Universe; but in the end the granule of obliviously invisible sand came back only to the bed of 


the royally glistening desert, 


 


It might unstoppably roam in a countless directions on this celestial Universe; but in the end the beautifully uninhibited butterfly came back only to the brilliantly sunlit petals of the incredibly aristocratic sunflower, 


 


It might uncontrollably roam in a countless directions on this enchanting Universe; but in the end the penuriously slithering worm came back only to the cocoons of zealously passionate and mysteriously darkened soil, 


 


It might frenetically roam in a countless directions on this spell-binding Universe; but in the end the mischievously cavorting infant came back only to the lap of its convivially caring and divinely mother, 


 


It might incessantly roam in a countless directions on this blessing Universe; but in the end the fantastically adventuring bird came back only to the recesses of the heart-warmingly cozy and sequestered nest, 


 


It might zanily roam in a countless directions on this fascinating Universe; 


but in the end the ecstatically unparalleled fantasy came back only to the


dormitories of the superbly intriguing and innovative brain, 


 


It might limitlessly roam in a countless directions on this unconquerable


Universe; but in the end the chapter of triumphantly unshakable humanity


came back only to the palms of benign simplicity, 


 


It might unrestrictedly roam in a countless directions on this boundless


Universe; but in the end the exhilaratingly beautiful smile came back only to the periphery of the sensuously rubicund lips, 


 


It might irretrievably roam in a countless directions on this enigmatic Universe; but in the end the irrefutably faithful wag came back only to the dog's gregariously curved tail, 


 


It might impudently roam in a countless directions on this jolly Universe; but in the end the uncannily surreptitious spider came back only to the strands of the gloriously satiny and royally pristine web, 


 


It might unendingly roam in a countless directions on this euphoric Universe; but in the end the mist of unadulterated peace came back only to the soul of majestically unbridled innocence, 


 


It might randomly roam in a countless directions on this uninterruptible


Universe; but in the end the droplet of quintessential blood came back only


to the robustly burgeoning network of veins, 


 


It might undauntedly roam in a countless directions on this spectacular Universe; but in the end the rainbow of profound sensitivity came back only to the poignantly trembling poet, 


 


It might frivolously roam in a countless directions on this Omnipotent Universe; but in the end the puff of inevitably vibrant breath came back only to the lifelessly  choking nostrils, 


 


And it might unstoppably roam in a countless directions on this Omnipresent


Universe; but in the end the beat of Immortal Love came back only to the caverns of the perpetually throbbing and unassailably Godly heart.



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