Love Versus Terrorism – Poems on Anti Terror , Peace , Love , Brotherhood – Part 2 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

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53. BLESSED OR NOT BLESSED 

 

If the whites of my eyes were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but the Omnipotent contours of your magnanimously disseminating face,

 

If my fingers were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but the charismatically eternal folds of your bountifully redolent palms,

 

If my feet were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your unceasingly sacrosanct impressions; upon the intrepidly unflinching trajectory of this stupendously mellifluous Universe,

 

If my blood was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your spirit of timelessly impregnable humanity; the unfathomable ocean of blissful brotherhood that brilliantly drifted from even the most infinitesimal of your senses,

 

If my scalp was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your wonderfully gregarious and unconquerably divine pat,

 

If my ears were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your Omnisciently mitigating and inimitably spell binding voice,

 

If my bones were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your peerlessly Herculean tenacity; to perennially tower up for the cause

of philanthropically divine righteousness,

 

If my lips were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your eternally resplendent and unshakably embracing smile,

 

If my throat was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your perpetually unhindered sweetness; which proliferated more indomitably than ever; in the mightiest of storms,

 

If my eyelashes were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your unequivocally simplistic embellishment; which inexhaustibly glistened as the most priceless imagery; in the fathomlessly never-ending Universe,

 

If my arms were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your insuperably marvelous sweat; from which radiated the true essence

of majestically truthful perseverance,

 

If my reflection was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your stupendously unfathomably royalty; your invincibly Omnipresent aura; that sent chills down to the last spine of every tangible and intangible devil,

 

If my chin was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your unsurpassably endless meadow of pristine mischief; your astoundingly unbeatable ability to enlighten even the most morbidly eviscerating of atmosphere,

 

If my shoulders were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your spirit of unbelievably Samaritan togetherness; poignantly coalescing every fraternity of living kind,

 

If my voice was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your sacredly unparalleled ideals; which handsomely liberated the entire treacherously estranged planet; like the wail of a innocuously new born child,

 

If my persona was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your infallibly fragrant tenacity; to wade through the most cannibalistically parasitic of hurdles; like an unfettered silken prince,

 

If my conscience was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your everlasting voice of symbiotically humanitarian existence; which uninhibitedly let mother earth proliferate for times beyond infinite infinity,

 

If my breath was blessed forever to hold just  a single thing; then it would be nothing else but your unending exhilaration to surge forward towards the heavens of goodness; even after the coffins of veritably pulverizing death,

 

But irrespective of whether my heart was forever  blessed or not to hold

just a single thing; its beats would still hold nothing else but the river of your immortal love; the sky of humanitarian godliness which enshrouded everything fathomless kilometers around you and the center of your regale chest