the last iota of crimson blood incarcerated within my
poignant veins; doesn’t dry beyond the aisles of
infinitesimal nothingness,
I’ll keep trying hard; relentlessly and till the time;
the last bone down my tenaciously lanky spine; doesn’t
fatigue beyond the corridors of irrevocable
hopelessness,
I’ll keep trying hard; indefatigably and till time;
the last line of destiny on my brazenly intrepid
palms; doesn’t abrade into the dormitories of
wholesomely bizarre extinction,
I’ll keep trying hard; insatiably and till the time;
the last muscle of my patriotically unassailable
shoulders; doesn’t blend completely with threadbare
mud,
I’ll keep trying hard; unrelentingly and till the
time; the last hair of my overwhelmingly glistening
scalp; doesn’t wither into inconspicuous wisps of
insipid oblivion,
I’ll keep trying hard; intransigently and till the
time; the last tooth of my overwhelmingly formidable
jaws; doesn’t crumble into horrendously barbaric
powder,
I’ll keep trying hard; irrefutably and till the time;
the last strand of my unflinchingly intrepid flesh;
doesn’t vanish into realms of horrific banishment,
I’ll keep trying hard; intransigently and till the
time; the last smile of my charismatically bountiful
lips; doesn’t stutter towards an inexplicably gory
end,
I’ll keep trying hard; tirelessly and till the time;
the last globule of empathy of my resplendently
fearless eyes; doesn’t fully evaporate into ungainly
tornado’s of nothingness,
I’ll keep trying hard; incorrigibly and till the time;
the last blush of my robustly scarlet cheeks; doesn’t
fade with the winds of obsoletely despicable
dilapidation,
I’ll keep trying hard; unfathomably and till the time;
the last fringe of my valiantly intriguing eyelashes;
doesn’t plummet down in infuriated exasperation; to
coalesce with the soggy ponds of slush on muddy
ground,
I’ll keep trying hard; irretrievably and till the
time; the last iota of my piquantly galloping shadow;
doesn’t juxtapose into worthlessly baseless dust; with
the treacherously Ominous descent of sinister
midnight,
I’ll keep trying hard; euphorically and till the time;
the last whisper down my philanthropically
scintillating throat; doesn’t stifle to a timidly
capricious mellow; eventually transposing with
dungeons of disdain,
I’ll keep trying hard; unendingly and till the time;
the last morsel of enthusiasm in my vivaciously
bouncing caricature; doesn’t inevitably snap into
pernicious rivers of painstaking perspiration,
I’ll keep trying hard; irrevocably and till the time;
the last ingredient of profusely aristocratic artistry
in my fingers; doesn’t disappear into disgustingly
insane lunatism,
I’ll keep trying hard; unfettered and till the time;
the last maneuver of my rhetorically swirling neck;
doesn’t embe d itself for times immemorial; beneath the
grave of ludicrously mocking desperation,
I’ll keep trying hard; unconquerably and till the
time; the last speck of gloriously sparkling truth in
my conscience; doesn’t assassinate into countless
pieces of derogatorily pulverized ash,
I’ll keep trying hard; unassailably and till the time;
the last millimeter of breath in my emphatically
inhaling lungs; doesn’t drain out at the order of the
Creator; to perpetually abdicate life,
And I’ll keep trying hard; immortally and till the
time; the last beat of my passionately palpitating
heart; doesn’t succumb to the viciously malevolent
whirlpools of betrayal; to the hands of the
barbarically pulverizing devil….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.



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