Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Who the senseless says that I insatiably craved for your wonderfully tantalizing smiles every instant; to blissfully lead the chapter of vivaciously beautiful life? 


As a matter of fact; I inexorably drowned myself in the same; to profusely enjoy ghastly death to its ultimate fullest; till times immemorial.


 


Who the lackadaisical says that I unrelentingly yearned for your seductively rampant senses every instant; to bountifully unfurl the unsurpassably vibrant colors of life? 


As a matter of fact; I tempestuously drowned myself in the same; to insurmountably enjoy gory death to its ultimate fullest; till infinite more births yet to come.


 


Who the dastardly says that I unstoppably ached for your beautifully embellished eyelashes ever instant; to bask in the unshakably enthralling aura of timeless life? 


As a matter of fact; I wildly drowned myself in the same; to fathomlessly enjoy macabre death to its ultimate fullest; till centuries unprecedented.


 


Who the feckless says that I dogmatically wished for your majestically silken caress every instant; to trigger a boundless civilization of ingratiatingly exuberant life? 


As a matter of fact; I extravagantly drowned myself in the same; to limitlessly enjoy satanic death to its ultimate fullest; till moments unceasing and galore.


 


Who the preposterous says that I unendingly trembled for your melodiously enticing voice every instant; to uncontrollably bathe in a valley of euphorically fantastic life? 


As a matter of fact; I irrevocably drowned myself in the same; to profoundly enjoy ominous death to its ultimate fullest; till countless more world's to come.


 


Who the idiosyncratic says that I indefatigably aspired for your charismatically electric sweat every instant; to fructify into the most eternally handsome fruits of spellbindingly enigmatic life? 


As a matter of fact; I irretrievably drowned myself in the same; to regally enjoy sadistic death to its ultimate fullest; till incomprehensibly inexhaustible  of times.


 


Who the nonsensical says that I hysterically longed for your lusciously  enamoring sweetness every instant; to fabulously bloom into the paradise of marvelously fragrant life? 


As a matter of fact; I unconquerably drowned myself in the same; to uninhibitedly enjoy barbaric death to its ultimate fullest; till boundaries and  limits indefinable.


 


Who the decrepit says that I tirelessly hankered for your rhapsodically titillating blushing; to spawn into the most symbiotically emollient effulgence of blessing life? 


As a matter of fact; I indomitably drowned myself in the same; to prolifically enjoy hedonistic death to its ultimate fullest; till the time existence continued to thrive.


 


And Who the treacherous says that I maniacally slavered for your ardently fresh-bride love; to magnificently replenish into the whirlwind of perennially compassionate life? 


As a matter of fact; I irretrievably drowned myself in the same; to ravishingly enjoy bizarre death to its ultimate fullest; till earth blended wholesomely with azure sky.



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