Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Only a mother could dress the impoverished child so insurmountably fantastically; like nobody else on this fathomlessly vibrant earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could educate the hapless child so indomitably handsomely; like nobody else on this boundlessly fragrant earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could appreciate the despairing child so insuperably amiably; like nobody else on this limitlessly serene earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could cuddle the trembling child so impeccably wonderfully; like nobody else on this endlessly enchanting earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could kiss the solitary child so blissfully compassionately; like nobody else on this beautifully vibrant earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could embrace the orphaned child so euphorically poignantly; like nobody else on this majestically exotic earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could enlighten the fretful child so royally enamoringly; like nobody else on this mystically effulgent earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could shield the decrepit child so unflinchingly invincibly; like nobody else on this fabulously mesmerizing earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could play with the discovering child so heavenly innocuously; like nobody else on this timelessly adorable earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could feed the emaciated child so ingratiatingly celestially; like nobody else on this triumphantly glorious earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could pray for the extradited child so insatiably unrelentingly; like nobody else on this gloriously bountiful earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could bless the maimed child so Omnipotently altruistically; like nobody else on this blazingly vivacious earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could immortalize the ostracized child so indomitably miraculously; like nobody else on this victoriously ebullient earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could understand the speechless child so irrefutably Omnisciently; like nobody else on this unsurpassably magnetic earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could patronize the lambasted child so unequivocally selflessly; like nobody else on this redolently resplendent earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could embellish the bruised child so eclectically artistically; like nobody else on this mellifluously robust earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could sing for the blind child so vividly tirelessly; like nobody else on this graciously magnanimous earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could mimic the mischievous child so spell bindingly joyously; like nobody else on this astoundingly fructifying earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could pacify the wailing child so sacredly abundantly; like nobody else on this regally aristocratic earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could defend the dilapidated child so intractably handsomely; like nobody else on this exquisitely panoramic earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


Only a mother could revitalize the dwindling child so Omnipresently fabulously; like nobody else on this insurmountably evolving earth; could ever dream of; or ever  could, 


 


Only a mother could worship the destitute child so implacably faithfully; like nobody else on this limitlessly ardent earth; could ever dream of; or ever could, 


 


And it was only a mother who could love the newborn child so perpetually radiantly; like nobody on this blessedly uninhibited earth; could ever dream of; or ever could.



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