Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


I wasn't the most infinitesimal iota sad; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was enshrouded by cloudbursts of untamed ecstasy; and was invincibly happy, 


 


I wasn't the most parsimonious iota negative; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was indefatigably embracing the Sun of unflinchingly unbridled optimism; and was triumphantly positive, 


 


I wasn't the most minuscule iota impotent; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was proliferating into astoundingly victorious newness every unfurling instant of the day; and was unassailably virile, 


 


I wasn't the most mercurial iota defeated; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was kissing the most royal epitomes of insuperable success; and was unbelievably


victorious, 


 


I wasn't the most infidel iota ugly; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was unceasingly blessed with the heavens of celestial resplendence; and was inimitably


beautiful, 


 


I wasn't the most vanishing iota diminishing; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was the most unconquerable crusader of tomorrow; and was eternally blossoming, 


 


I wasn't the most diminutive iota hapless; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was serendipitously bestowed in every singleton aspect of destined life; and was impregnably fortunate, 


 


I wasn't the most invisible iota weak; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was boundlessly impregnated with the most undaunted of calcium; and was fearlessly strong, 


 


I wasn't the most fugitive iota sacrilegious; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was the most untainted apostle of sacredness; and was Omnipotently divine, 


 


I wasn't the most abstemious iota wayward; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was unshakably parading towards the path of symbiotic righteousness; and was


indisputably straight, 


 


I wasn't the most oblivious iota criminal; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was the most unconquerable harbinger of humanity; and was miraculously philanthropic, 


 


I wasn't the most inconspicuous iota cacophonic; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was incessantly bouncing in the aisles of harmonious rhapsody; and was


gloriously mellifluous, 


 


I wasn't the most obsolete iota invisible; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was seen on every tangible and intangible cranny of this fathomless Universe at the same time; and was majestically Omnipresent, 


 


I wasn't the most eloping iota dirty; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was perched on the most unshakably bountiful apogee of hygiene; and was Omnisciently


clean, 


 


I wasn't the most surreptitious iota abhorrent; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was tirelessly embracing every echelon of humanity till my very last veritable breath; and was limitlessly egalitarian, 


 


I wasn't the most evaporating iota nostalgic; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was inexorably galloping on the Spartan roads of quintessential livelihood; and


was profoundly pragmatic, 


 


I wasn't the most vespered iota parasitic; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was wholeheartedly donating every fraction of my wealth with both my hands; and was timelessly benevolent, 


 


I wasn't the most obfuscated iota delirious; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was blissfully nestling in the nests of magically uplifting calmness; and was effulgently calm, 


 


I wasn't the most dilapidated iota ribald; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was tirelessly floating in castles of unsurpassably glittering gold and silver and was incomparably royal, 


 


I wasn't the most evanescent iota lying; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was the most indomitable ray of eternally enlightening righteousness; and was bounteously truthful, 


 


I wasn't the most ethereal iota lazy; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was wafting into the sweat of timelessly righteous symbiotism all night and day; and was undyingly persevering, 


 


I wasn't the most transient iota devastating; but that doesn't exactly mean that I was evolving unlimited skies of synergistic miracles on every pathway that I tread; and was unstoppably magical,  


 


 


But although I wasn't the most ephemeral iota "Dead"; yet that exactly and perpetually meant; that every beat of my immortal soul would forever continue to


love; you; you and only you; every unraveling instant of my enchanting life; and would continue to be "Alive" for you; and only you; O! poignantly godly


Beloved; even an infinite centuries after my treacherously gory death.



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