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35. BLESS MY HEART 

Bless my hands with indomitable fortitude; to coin my own destiny; irrespective of the uncouthly treacherous labyrinth of lines on my palms,

Bless my eyes with the tenacity to stay open even in the most acrimonious of storm; so that I relished the true essence of insurmountably exuberant adventure,

Bless my nose with the resilient prowess to tolerate the most ghastliest of odor; making me chivalrously accept the stupendously exotic; as well as the deathly bad,

Bless my feet with the ardor to trespass on a blanket of thorns; construct a palace of grandiloquent gold for my comrades in inexplicable pain; with droplets of my scarlet blood,

Bless my lips with the virtue of celestial smiles; merrily twinkling for times immemorial; even as the blood froze abruptly in my veins,

Bless my voice with a rhapsodically unending melody; inundating the darkest corners of the astronomically colossal Universe with optimistic rays of hope and cheer,

Bless my mind with an unrelenting capacity to fantasize; dreaming about the most mesmerizing sights on this planet; the most marvelously impeccable organisms wandering all around,

Bless my demeanor with a magical enchantment; to harbor disastrously orphaned children; uninhibitedly in the swirl of its amicably compassionate caress,

Bless my blood with insatiable desires; the euphoria to reach untamed heights of passion; proliferating astoundingly as each second unveiled,

Bless my hair with a boisterously blazing fervor; so that they swished majestically under the Omnipotent light of the divinely Sun,

Bless my soul with spirit to exist for centuries unprecedented; so that I always lived life higher than the clouds; and afforded the same for all those who needed my shoulders to lean upon,

Bless my fingers to write infinite words even after they bled; producing an unsurpassable chain of literature; triggering the chords of the obliviously dormant imagination,

Bless my stomach with the simplistic essence of surviving on rustic fruit and water; relinquishing the overwhelmingly spurious pretentions of my pompously inflated tongue,

Bless my dwelling with a wave of perennial contentment; philanthropically harboring every dreary traveler who had inadvertently lost his way,

Bless my shadow with a poignantly healing touch; alleviating the aggrieved instantaneously of their heinous suffering; the instant it softly caressed them,

Bless my paths with irrefutable winds of unflinching courage; which inevitably triggered me to gallop towards my mission of embracing all humanity; one and alike,

Bless my religion with an everlasting and poignant aroma of humanity; perpetuating me pacify all dispute arising out of sanctimoniously preposterous caste and creed,

Bless my breath with a tumultuously passionate ardor to bask in the glory of the present; enjoy each moment of unveiling life to the most unfathomable limits,

Bless my conscience with sacred arrow of invincible righteousness; engendering me to perpetually transgress on the path of truth; come what may,

And bless my heart with immortal love; O! Almighty Lord; for not only this existence; but for infinite more lives of mine; irrespective of the form you decided to create me; irrespective of the soil you made me tread to prove my might.