If You Didn't Want To Wait Till The Next Sunrise. Poem by Nikhil Parekh

If You Didn't Want To Wait Till The Next Sunrise.



If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start optimistically illuminating every drearily lambasted arena of today's sinful night; with the boundless fire of fearlessness in each of your ever-pervadingly altruistic footsteps,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start brilliantly illuminating every miserably asphyxiated cavern of today's dolorous night; with the untamed fire of timelessly unbridled creativity in your brain,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start indefatigably illuminating every lugubriously crippled ingredient of today's sordid night; with the uncurbed fire of miraculously ameliorating artistry in each of your resplendent fingers,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start interminably illuminating every wretchedly shriveled leaf of today's ribald night; with the unsurpassable fire of everlastingly astounding virility in each of your bones,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start inexorably illuminating every tawdrily deteriorating element of today's salacious night; with the invincible fire of eternal truth in your benign conscience,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start unstoppably illuminating every ghastily reproachful twig of today's unpardonable night; with the undefeated fire of inimitably priceless symbiotism in each of your blessed veins,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start impregnably illuminating every hideously perverted cranny of today's imperiling night; with the unshakable fire of effulgently resurgent enthusiasm in every naked patch of your eyes,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start incessantly illuminating every treacherously demeaning shadow of today's incarcerated night; with the unassailable fire of immeasurably bountiful sensuality; in each of your seductive eyelashes,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start unrelentingly illuminating every haplessly victimized labyrinth of today's vengeful night; with the magical fire of ubiquitously peerless brotherhood; timelessly sparkling in each of your eye,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start tirelessly illuminating every vindictively tyrannized wind of today's sacrilegious night; with the unconquerable fire of bounteous compassion; in every word that you truthfully spoke,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start triumphantly illuminating every hedonistically slavering pebble of today's profane night; with the unlimited fire of victoriously unfettered perseverance; in each droplet of your golden sweat,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start endlessly illuminating every deplorably divested coffin of today's acrimonious night; with the untainted fire of pristinely innocuous mellifluousness; in each decibel of your magnanimous voice,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start unflinchingly illuminating every truculently devastated shred of today's jinxed night; with the limitless fire of spell bindingly ecumenical humanity; in each of your benevolently silken shadow,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start optimistically illuminating every diabolically staggering mortuary of today's pugnacious night; with the uninterrupted fire of impeccably divinely mischief; in each pore of your vivaciously nubile skin,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start intransigently illuminating every sadistically morose jailhouse of today's demonic night; with the unceasing fire of perpetually uplifting freedom; in each of your poignantly blessed stride,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start fantastically illuminating every acridly incorrigible thorn of today's preposterous night; with the Omnipotent fire of perennially undaunted simplicity; in each of your inevitably
humanitarian actions,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start indomitably illuminating every devilishly castrated whisper of today's atrocious night; with the universal fire of unbreakably poignant belonging; in each of your enchantingly priceless heartbeat,

If you didn't want to wait till the next sunrise; then start insuperably illuminating every sacrilegiously demented graveyard of today's licentious night; with the spell binding fire of effulgently Omnipresent breath; in each of your bounteously
titillating nostrils,

And if you didn't want to wait till the next Sunrise; then start royally illuminating every carnivorously stabbing battlefield of the dastardly night; with the unimaginable fire of uninhibitedly God-gifted beauty; in each perennially fructifying transpiration of your soul.

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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh

Dehradun, India
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