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48. COMPLETE 

 

Even if infinite eyes of mine made a single blind person see; I would consider my life to be endowed,

 

Even if infinite ears of mine made a single deaf person hear; I would consider my life blissfully divine,

 

Even if infinite legs of mine made a single maimed person run; I would consider my life higher than the sacrosanct skies,

 

Even if infinite smiles of mine made a single orphan oblivious to the definition of pain; I would consider my life richer than all wealth assimilated on this planet,

 

Even if infinite voices of mine made a single dumb person speak; I would consider my life to be as celestial as the dancing fairies,

 

Even if infinite muscles of mine made a single deprived person strong; I would consider my life in perfect synchronization with the divine master who had created it,

 

Even if infinite teeth of mine made a single old person scrupulously chew his meals; I would consider my life achieving the ultimate it had been created for,

 

Even if infinite hair of mine made a single shivering person regain his warmth; I would consider my life more tenacious than any storm,

 

Even if infinite shadows of mine made a single person brutally widowed find a home; I would consider my life as sacred as the lap of my heavenly mother,

 

Even if infinite salutes of mine made a single person shamefully slithering on the ground feel like a king; I would consider my life the most cherished gift wandering on this Universe,

 

Even if infinite tears of mine made a single satanic person accept the chapter of humanity; I would consider my life a beautiful flower whose essence never withers,

 

Even if infinite fantasies of mine made a single mad person wholesomely blissful; I would consider my life a paradise on which the angels tread,

 

Even if infinite tunes of mine made a single lost person remember his impeccable childhood; I would consider my life more privileged than countless more births

to unveil,

 

Even if infinite droplets of my blood made a single wounded person bounce back to euphoric life; I would consider my life to be the most treasured gold on this fathomless earth,

 

Even if infinite days of mine made a single slaved person see brilliantly infallible beams of sunlight; I would consider my life in splendid harmony with the marvelous fruits of mother nature,

 

Even if infinite kisses of mine made a single lecherous person savor the goodness of care; I would consider my life bereft of the tiniest of acrimonious thorn,

 

Even if infinite hearts of mine made a single monotonous person love; I would consider myself more blessed than the saints meditating for years in obsolete wilderness,

 

And if infinite breaths of mine made a single dead person rhapsodically galloping under the sky and fully alive; I would consider my life more marvelous than Omnipotent spirit of existence and complete.