Its Entirely Upto You Poem by Nikhil Parekh

God has given you a perfect pair of arms; passionately circulating with a fountain of poignantly crimson blood; dexterously maneuvering in umpteenth directions; dissipating tons of exuberant energy,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to ruthlessly massacre civilizations; or whether you bequeath an irrefutably immortal cloud of love; with the compassion entrapped within their holistic fists.

God has given you a perfect pair of eyes; blissfully sighting fathomless kilometers of ravishing beauty on the trot; assimilating all mesmerizing beauty of the atmosphere in an infinitesimally single wink,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to salaciously discern solely the diabolical hovering since centuries immemorial; or whether you uninhibitedly cast a spell of their marvelously philanthropic softness; to even the tiniest cranny of this colossal Universe.

God has given you a perfect pair of fingers; articulately flexing to the most unprecedented degrees; miraculously hoisting for you all those ingredients that you desired; to execute the remainder of your lifetime,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to savagely perpetuate into gruesomely exacerbated wounds; or whether you profoundly engrossed them all night and brilliant day; to sketch the unfathomably unending charisma of this
bountiful planet.

God has given you a perfect pair of feet; ebulliently galloping ahead with exhilarated tenacity; to resplendently rejoice in profuse admiration of royally spell binding life,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to mercilessly pulverize the innocuously innocent; or whether you evolve a scintillating pathway of unassailable righteousness; on every step that you harmoniously tread.

God has given you a perfect pair of lips; voluptuously enticing even the most lackluster cloud in the sky; with the insatiably ardent charisma in their rubicund
periphery,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to parasitically suck blood of all those tyrannically divested; or whether you majestically stretch their circumference to affably harbor all religion; caste; creed; color; in whirlpools of ecstatic happiness;
and alike.

God has given you a perfect pair of shoulders; celestially sparkling in the unsurpassably untamed fervor of vibrant life; unflinchingly romancing
through even the most acrimoniously ghastliest of times,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to invidiously carry the ghosts of prejudiced malice towards the land of infinite infinity; or whether you stoop them benevolently to embrace all those insipidly maimed and withering; in perennial winds of mankind.

God has given you a perfect pair of ears; prudently discerning even the most inconspicuous iota of euphoric sound; lingering serenely in the magnanimously princely atmosphere,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to insidiously absorb the voices of horrendously pathetic crime and treacherously gunning bullets; or whether
you beautifully blend them with the synergistically united tunes of existence; for infinite more births yet to unveil.

God has given you a perfect pair of teeth; piquantly slicing through all replenishing fruits of Mother Nature; to most wonderfully placate your ever augmenting gluttony,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to brutally bite the gloriously coalesced fabric of heavenly survival; or whether you immaculately chatter them in rhythmic tunes; to trigger off a festoon of blossoming smiles; on the faces of orphaned children.


And God has given you a perfect pair of nostrils; Omnisciently inhaling fireballs of passionately palpitating existence every unfurling instant; impregnating the body with the ardor to live for centuries unprecedented,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to incessantly expunge ominously abhorrence upon the innocently symbiotic world; or whether you dedicate
and bond every breath of yours; with countless of your harmless kind; in the wave of perpetual solidarity and friendship; alike.