12. AND STILL EXPECT
Could you disastrously empty the sky of its voluptuously crimson clouds; and still expect it to torrentially shower bountifully blissful droplets of sparkling rain ?
Could you ruthlessly extricate the battlefield of its valiantly patriotic warriors; and still expect it to bring scintillatingly triumphant freedom for its sacrosanct motherland ?
Could you barbarically pulverize the petals of the gorgeously imperial lotus; and still expect it to fulminate into a river of unfathomably enchanting scent ?
Could you unabashedly strip the regale Sun of its flamboyantly sizzling rays; and still expect it to profoundly dazzle into an ocean of unassailably beautiful shine ?
Could you murderously evict the earth of even the most infinitesimal of seed; and still expect it to salubriously glisten and blossom into the aisles of optimistically burgeoning prosperity ?
Could you cold-bloodedly snap the wings of the boisterously soaring bird; and still expect it to exuberantly zip forward in cocoons of jubilantly azure sky and tirelessly fly high ?
Could you treacherously evaporate every ounce of water in the limitless oceans; and still expect them to ravishingly undulate into ecstatic waves of rejuvenatingly thunderous froth ?
Could you devastatingly bury the glittering diamond infinite feet beneath drearily threadbare mud; and still expect it to unceasingly radiate into a fountain of mesmerizing golden glimmer ?
Could you mercilessly thrash the poignantly intricate spinal chord of the infant; and still expect it to unflinchingly gallop towards the skies of eternally triumphant freedom ?
Could you preposterously chop the rosy stub of tongue in the mouth; and still expect it to unfurl into the most melodiously spell binding tunes of vivacious existence ?
Could you savagely bombard the silken web into a countless incongruously debilitating pieces; and still expect the spider to merrily bounce in the corridors
of insatiably uncontrollable ebullience ?
Could you horrendously kill both the celestially compassionate parents; and still expect the child to timelessly bloom and invincibly smile ?
Could you treacherously inundate the entire dwelling with acrimoniously jejune and prejudiced cockroaches; and still expect the rainbows of irrefutable truth to
unconquerable enlighten; even after the very end of veritable time ?
Could you diabolically suck every iota of blood from the harmonious body; and still expect it to intrepidly confront every impediment that vindictively confronted
it in its way ?
Could you devilishly maraud the resplendently impeccable whites; and still expect the eye to diffuse effulgent empathy; vividly sight beyond the contours of beauty and satiny graciousness ?
Could you viciously pluck even the most diminutive blade of grass from the everlasting meadow; and still expect the cows to innocuous graze; romantically
philander and exude into cisterns of immaculately divine milk ?
Could you lay a gory battalion of blood-coated thorns in even the most ephemeral of his path; and still expect the traveler to dance in the winds of perennial exuberance for times immemorial ?
Could you ruthlessly lambaste the stomach with whiplashes of bizarre emaciation; and still expect it to indefatigably languish in the entrenchment of gorgeously blessed replenishment ?
Could you crudely lynch a harmlessly symbiotic organism; and still expect it to holistically proliferate countless more of its kind; continue God’s chapter of Omnipotent creation till its very last breath ?
Could you truculently destroy the impregnable foundations of the towering edifice; and still expect that it relentlessly blazed as the most handsomely highest peak towards; regally crystalline sky ?
Could you lasciviously deluge the nimbly placid atmosphere with sleazily tantalizing seductresses; and still expect the impressions of glorious righteousness to reign supreme; on every step that you resolutely tread ?
Could you dictatorially assassinate every trace of stringent light; and still expect the pathetically destitute to find the needle from the incomprehensibly colossal haystack ?
Could you deliberately constipate every glorious constituent of your body; and still expect to mitigate every fraternity of tumultuously bereaved mankind ?
Could you indiscriminately devour an unsurpassable bucket of ghastly needles; and still expect an aura of unparalleled serenity to linger across your persona; for decades limitless more to come ?
Could you heinously masticate the one eyed vultures egg; and still expect the bird to bless you with all marvelously scintillating richness of philanthropically magnanimous life ?
Could you insanely nail the silken ears with criminally torching iron bars; and still expect them to effusively decipher even the most mercurial trace of non-existent sound ?
Could you grow a desert of penalizingly serrated cactus in your backyard; and still expect to witness exotically pristine angels to spawn at even the most evanescent unveiling of ingratiatingly velvety dawn ?
Could you lethally maim the legs of the withering old man; and still expect him to victoriously transcend past the barriers of the 1000 M; marathon race ?
Could you baselessly terrorize the sordidly trembling and orphaned urchin; and still expect fireballs of inexorably unending love to euphorically leap from every conceivable element of his hapless countenance ?
Could you ominously shatter the mirror into boundless bits of obsolete fragments; and still expect it to irrevocably portray the most candid reflection that darted from your dastardly persona ?
Could you unimaginably cut all fingers with the nondescript farmaxe; and still expect the palm to unravel every unleashing instant of the day; into an compassionately overflowing barrage of stupendously raw artistry ?
Could you wildly run without a cloth on your body abreast the busy traffic street; and still expect the most eclectic accolades of civilized culture to be bestowed upon you; till the earth lived and countless births beyond your time ?
Could you vanquish every compassionate draught of air that cascaded from the nostril; and still expect the heavens of passionately pulsating life to flower into
the mists of fantastically unending desire ?
And Could you tyrannically strip life of the immortal love it throbbed every minute for; and still expect it to become the most pricelessly prosperous; aristocratically rise above every other entity on this gargantuan Universe and ardently survive ?