Give Me Perpetual Death Instead Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Give Me Perpetual Death Instead



Give me perpetual ugliness instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the ungainly prowess; of never being able to enjoy; when others unfurled into a festoon of ravishingly tantalizing beauty and panoramic forms,

Give me perpetual dumbness instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the disastrous prowess; of never being able to enjoy; when others
sang in their enchantingly melodious voice,

Give me perpetual blindness instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the murderous prowess; of never being to enjoy; when others unrelentingly admired the stupendously aristocratic beauty; on the carpet of this gregariously vibrant Universe,

Give me perpetual starvation instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the diabolical prowess; of never being able to enjoy; when others
titillated their taste buds; with the most sumptuously delectable fruits of this; blissfully fragrant earth,

Give me perpetual imprisonment instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the penalizing prowess; of never being able to enjoy; when others euphorically gallivanted in the aisles of unprecedented freedom and ravishing enthrallment,

Give me perpetual tears instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the tyrannical prowess; of never being able to enjoy; when others ebulliently danced in the corridors of everlastingly unending happiness,

Give me perpetual boredom instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the brutal prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others ecstatically unveiled into a fountain of newness with unleashing second of
the day; eternally reaching out for their ambitions,

Give me perpetual prejudice instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the ghastly prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others compassionately exist in united fireballs of unflinching solidarity; even under the most acrimonious rays of the Sun,

Give me perpetual agony instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the dastardly prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others harmoniously
existed for infinite more births yet to come; under a heavenly cistern of tranquil contentment,

Give me perpetual manipulation instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the horrific prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others innocuously poured out their holistic souls; to Omnipotently spread the charisma of unconquerable togetherness,

Give me perpetual poverty instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the disdainful prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others basked in the glory of their magnanimously philanthropic richness; the ultimate splendor of
humanity profusely enveloping their benign souls,

Give me perpetual condemnation instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the gory prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others escalated to the pinnacle of glorious success; kissed the scintillating goals they had dreamt of; since the very first breath that they inhaled,

Give me perpetual insanity instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the venomous prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others bountifully fantasized beyond the splendidly extraordinary; metamorphosed the complexion of this planet with their innovative intrigue,

Give me perpetual infertility O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the preposterous prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others majestically proliferated God's most eternally invincible chapter of creation; with their very own
crimson blood and breath,

Give me perpetual betrayal O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the remorseful prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others unassailably embraced their divine beloved; beautifully succumbing to the most wonderfully
Omniscient gift on this planet called; love,

Give me perpetual weakness instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the lecherous prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others patriotically blazed towards an impregnable triumph; for their sacrosanct motherland,

Give me perpetual lies instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the savage prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others irrefutably embedded the Omnipresent blessing of truth deep into their innocent conscience; became impeccable harbingers of humanity,

Give me perpetual misery instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the ruthless prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others gloriously
gallivanted on their trail towards; the most priceless religion of humanity,

Give me perpetual dilapidation instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the satanic prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others unfurled into a paradise of ingratiating freshness; with every sprouting ray of the divine Sun,

And give me perpetual death instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't curse me ever with the vindictive prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others marvelously evolved into royal blood; bone and sparkling life; adding fresh breaths of air to
countless more optimistic tomorrows.

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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh

Dehradun, India
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