Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


If its from the center of the voluptuously enriching clouds; then it has got to be nothing else but; tantalizing droplets of blissfully soothing and blessedly emollient rain, 


 


If its from the petals of the splendidly embellished rose; then it has got to be nothing else but; fantastically unhindered and impregnably enamoring fragrance, 


 


If its from the pristinely untainted labyrinths of soil; then it has got  to be nothing else but; brilliantly optimistic and fabulously embellished fertility, 


 


If its from the gigantically undulating ocean; then it has got to be nothing else but; vivaciously wonderful and spell-bindingly poignant salt, 


 


If its from the blessedly sacrosanct cow; then it has got to be nothing else but; celestially fortifying and unconquerably compassionate milk, 


 


If its from the gallantly boisterous bumble bee; then it has got to be nothing else but; vividly enchanting and mellifluously iridescent honey, 


 


If its from the dedicatedly twinkling eye; then it has to got be nothing else but; undauntedly handsome and triumphantly blazing intensity, 


 


If its from the Omnipotently infallible Sun; then it has got to be nothing else but; brilliantly unfettered and undefeatedly spell-binding light, 


 


If its from the poignantly ecstatic Wind; then it has got to be nothing else but; profoundly sensuous and unimaginably innovative exhilaration, 


 


If its from the indomitably Herculean Mountain; then it has got to be nothing else but; perpetually subliming and convivially enshrouding unity, 


 


If its from the fathomlessly fantastic sky; then it has got to be nothing else but; perennially venerated and artistically uninhibited openness, 


 


If its from the marvelously virgin pearl; then it has got to be nothing else but; unfathomably resplendent and timelessly bewitching artistry, 


 


If its from the fearlessly Godly Mother; then it has got to be nothing else but; altruistically eternal and wonderfully ameliorating care, 


 


If its from the realms of insurmountably ignited yearning; then it has got to be nothing else but; boundlessly unparalleled and inimitably effulgent ecstasy, 


If its from the jubilantly cavorting sheep; then it has got to be nothing else but; unsurpassably unadulterated and gloriously unimpeachable innocence, 


 


If its from the victoriously scarlet blood; then it has got to be nothing else but; ardently unending and blazingly unhindered passion, 


 


If its from the innocuously golden sweat; then it has got to be nothing else but; irrefutably righteous and truthfully synergistic perseverance, 


 


If its from the inexhaustible dormitories of the brain; then it has got be nothing else but; surreally titillating and majestically fructifying fantasy, 


 


If its from the mouth of the invincible lion; then it has got to be nothing else but; unlimitedly unconquerable and ferociously untamed aristocracy, 


 


If its from the soul of the newborn child; then it has got to be nothing else but; unassailably fecund and brilliantly optimistic truth, 


 


If its from the body of the astoundingly gifted seed; then it has got to be nothing else but; timelessly endowing and astoundingly blessing proliferation, 


 


If its from the lines of the incoherently sculptured palm; then it has got to be nothing else but; inexplicably reverberating and uncannily inscrutable adventure, 


 


If its from the fierily robust nostrils; then it has got to be nothing else but; inevitably divine and magically mitigating breath, 


 


And if its from the innermost realms of the passionate heart; then it has got to be nothing else but immortally Omnipresent and endlessly captivating "Poetry"



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