Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


The train of profoundly spine tingling mysticism stopped only on the station; of astoundingly fantastic and uncannily tantalizing bewilderment, 


 


The train of symbiotically coalescing philanthropism stopped only on the station; of eternally resplendent and timelessly bountiful mankind, 


 


The train of poignantly unending compassion stopped only on the station; of perpetually unshakable and gloriously unconquerable friendship, 


 


The train of blazingly truthful expression stopped only on the station; of majestically blissful and implacably kingly artistry, 


 


The train of altruistically uninhibited sharing stopped only on the station; of perennially burgeoning and euphorically triumphant happiness, 


 


The train of mischievously philandering flirtation stopped only on the station; of enchantingly ebullient and serendipitously clandestine seduction, 


 


The train of unflinchingly intrepid bravery stopped only on the station; of boundlessly revered and unconquerable immortality, 


 


The train of panoramically eclectic beauty stopped only on the station; of stupendously benevolent and undefeated graciousness, 


 


The train of Omnipotently scintillating optimism stopped only on the station; of gloriously embellished and impregnably inimitable victory, 


 


The train of intransigently exploring intrigue stopped only on the station; of ingratiatingly mesmerizing and ecstatically vibrant innovation, 


 


The train of synergistically united existence stopped only on the station; of irrefutably invincible and jubilantly unlimited righteousness, 


 


The train of divinely sacrosanct worship stopped only on the station; of congenitally blessed and indomitably Omniscient motherhood, 


 


The train of beautifully unblemished sacrifice stopped only on the station; of profusely fascinating and unsurpassably regale benevolence, 


 


The train of harmoniously creative energy stopped only on the station; of vividly burgeoning and immaculately unassailable newness, 


 


The train of insatiably untamed passion stopped only on the station; of unequivocally limitless and fantastically effulgent embrace, 


 


The train of innocently heart rendering playfulness stopped only on the station; of unrestrictedly iridescent and gorgeously oblivious childhood, 


 


The train of indefatigably experimenting style stopped only on the station; of radiantly fructifying and ubiquitously blossoming freshness, 


 


The train of Omnipotently blessed life stopped only on the station; of bounteously spawning and magically unfurling adventure, 


 


And train of unstoppably throbbing hearts stopped only on the station; of immortally godly and wonderfully uninhibited love.



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