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25. IF EVER I HAD THE PRIVILEGE 

 

If ever I had the privilege of being a sandstone castle; with palatial walls overlooking the flowing river,

I would make sure that all urchins residing on the street; would get adequate shelter from uncouth winter and inclement rain.

 

If ever I had the privilege of being a star in the sky; with Black wisps of

clouds ominously hovering around,

I would make sure that I shone tenaciously all night; illuminating the lives of the impoverished with gargantuan rays of hope.

 

If ever I had the privilege of being a mammoth elephant; with majestic white

tusks protruding prominently from my trunk,

I would make sure that I transported all monkeys to escalating treetops; fight vehemently against savage hunters to protect the jungle.

 

If ever I had the privilege of being the fathomless ocean; with swirling waves

colliding vociferously against the rocks,

I would make sure that all the aquatic life impregnated remained intact; the waters were completely bereft of the slightest of adulteration.

 

If ever I had the privilege of being an inflated balloon; with a plethora of gaudy strings dangling merrily from my belly,

I would make sure that I tossed and bounced boisterously amidst crippled infants; lighting their faces with an everlasting smile.

 

If ever I had the privilege of being an incoherent lump of rock salt; with a piquant odor emanating from my persona,

I would make sure that I inundate all those dishes of bland food; with sumptuous amounts of taste.

 

If ever I had the privilege of being a long beaked bird; with clawed feet protruding from my slender skinned legs,

I would make sure that I chirped melodiously to placate starved eardrums; guard my eggs against nefarious evil all throughout the chilly night.

 

If ever I had the privilege of being a conglomerate of clouds in the sky; possessing a tinge of hideous black,

I would make sure that I rained when it mattered the most; ensuring that all animate on earth were saved from the onslaught of drought.

 

If ever I had the privilege of being a foliated tree; with infinite branches extruding from my tapered trunk,

I would make sure that I sprinkled currency and fruits in commensurate proportions; so that no one in vicinity died of savage starvation.

 

And if ever by stroke of benevolent fortune I had the privilege of being a man; with the virtue to perceive embedded in my soul,

I would make sure that I unrelentingly loved the person of my dreams; and instill the same with equanimity in every human traversing on mother earth.