I'll Keep Trying Hard Poem by Nikhil Parekh

I'll keep trying hard; incessantly and till the time; 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 embed 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.