Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet

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If you truly consider life to be an extraordinarily tangy ocean of profound mysticism; feasting in its panoramically bounteous essence for times immemorial, 


Then for you to condemn veritable death; was the greatest insult to the insuperable Lord Almighty; infact the most derogatorily appalling sin.


 


If you truly consider life to be an iridescent bed of roses; spawning into an entrenchment of stupendously enthralling newness every unfurling minute of the day, 


Then for you to castigate veritable death; was the greatest insult to the perpetual Lord Almighty; infact the most ignominiously gruesome sin.


 


If you truly consider life to be a vivaciously versatile artist; majestically paving each of your way to drift you towards the clouds of insatiably untamed prosperity, 


Then you for you to lambaste veritable death; was the greatest insult to the Omniscient Lord Almighty; infact the most insidiously decrepit sin.


 


If you truly consider life to be a marvelously magical civilization of happiness; ebulliently metamorphosing your every unfinished dream into an unconquerably


eternal reality, 


Then for you to crucify veritable death; was the greatest insult to the ever-pervading Lord Almighty; infact the most unimaginably dastardly sin.


 


If you truly consider life to be an unending festoon of glorious enchantment; enlightening every ingredient of your countenance with its immortal graciousness, 


Then for you to abuse veritable death; was the greatest insult to the everlastingly proliferating Lord Almighty; infact the most flagrantly truculent sin.


 


If you truly consider life to be an exhilarating odyssey to limitless enchantment; basking in its benevolently timeless splendor every time you had an impulse to magnificently breathe, 


Then for you to frown at veritable death; was the greatest insult to the unshakable Lord Almighty; infact the most hedonistically savage sin.


 


If you truly consider life to be a flower blossoming into profusely magical happiness; miraculously healing the agonies of one and all alike on this boundless planet; with the chivalrous elixir of humanity, 


Then for you to shirk from veritable death; was the greatest insult to the impregnable Lord Almighty; infact the most treacherously bellicose sin.


 


If you truly consider life to be a seductively embellished fairy; tantalizing you towards an unassailable paradise of benign heavenliness and the divine, 


Then for you to spit at veritable death; was the greatest insult to the Omnipotent Lord Almighty; infact the most venomously maligned sin.


 


If you truly consider life to be the ultimate blessing; the most fructifying symbolism of every entity trespassing on this enchantingly triumphant earth, 


Then for you to bludgeon death; was the greatest insult to the Omnipresent Lord Almighty; infact the most baselessly prejudiced sin.


 


If you truly consider life to be a patriotically blistering success; the most uninhibitedly royal mission that every organism was sent on the Universe to wholeheartedly achieve, 


Then for you to massacre veritable death; was the greatest insult to the perennial Lord Almighty; infact the most grotesquely pugnacious sin.


 


For when God made earth and organism; he irretrievably swung the pendulum of life and death in unrestrictedly egalitarian unison; spell bindingly replacing withering death with sparkling life every instant; yet inevitably ensuring that there was death every now and again; so that his Universe symbiotically existed, 


Therefore take  both life and veritable death in your stride O! penurious Human; let forever everything on this globe exist as the most fantastically vibrant rhythm of the Creator Divine.



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The Rhythm Of The Creator Divine