Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Drink it; or become a droplet of its enchantingly golden wave, 


 


Climb it; or become a rock of its fabulously mesmerizing slope, 


 


Admire it; or become a jewel of its philanthropically magnanimous beauty, 


 


Whisper it; or become an echo of its ubiquitously spreading poignant aroma, 


 


Follow it; or become a footprint of its seductively enigmatic trail, 


 


Worship it; or become an idol of its invincibly immortal blessings, 


 


Feel it; or become an entrenchment of its voluptuously satiny and profoundly magnetic caress, 


 


Succumb to it; or become the ethereal contours of its majestically enlightening shadow, 


 


Philander with it; or become the winds of its ravishingly exhilarated and unconquerable journey, 


 


Dream it; or become a cloud of its beautifully everlasting fantasy, 


 


Preach it; or become a chapter of its divinely sacrosanct and perpetually fragrant philosophies, 


 


Proliferate it; or become a molecule of its perennially multiplying creation, 


 


Relish it; or become a comrade of its tantalizingly euphoric countenance, 


 


Dance with it; or become the rhythm of its never ending infinite beats, 


 


Embrace it; or become the shyness of  its unrelentingly bonding caress, 


Smile at it; or become the lips of its exuberantly tingling and rhapsodic laughter, 


 


Consecrate it; or become a grandiloquent bell in its irrefutably sacred shrine, 


 


Sacrifice for it; or become the ideal of its unflinching undefeated convictions, 


 


Breath it; or become a minuscule draught of its stupendously Omnipotent air, 


And live it; or live for its unfathomable Godly spirit; and remember it till the last time you ever saw this planet; and even centuries thereafter; as PRICELESS LOVE.



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