Only Once Poem by Nikhil Parekh

I was perhaps born to intrepidly adventure an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my parsimoniously truncated and inevitably transient life,

I was perhaps born to vivaciously dance an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my diminutively truncated and inevitably ethereal life,

I was perhaps born to uninhibitedly swim in untamed sea an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my hopelessly truncated and inevitably ephemeral life,

I was perhaps born to mellifluously mesmerize an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my disastrously truncated and inevitably short-lived life,

I was perhaps born to unrestrictedly rejoice an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my impoverishedly truncated and inevitably flickering life,

I was perhaps born to artistically evolve an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my penuriously truncated and inevitably fugitive life,

I was perhaps born to altruistically share an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my miserably truncated and inevitably transient life,

I was perhaps born to pragmatically learn an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my pathetically truncated and inevitably fluttering life,

I was perhaps born to flirtatiously mischief an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my deterioratingly truncated and inevitably evanescent life,

I was perhaps born to diffuse the religion of humanity an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my abstemiously truncated and inevitably fleeting life,

I was perhaps born to spell-bindingly innovate an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my bucolically truncated and inevitably momentary life,

I was perhaps born to majestically procreate an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my dejectedly truncated and inevitably diminishing life,

I was perhaps born to peerlessly triumph an infinite number of times; in the
tenure of my stingily truncated and inevitably succinct life,

I was perhaps born to tantalizingly desire an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my frowningly truncated and inevitably short-termed life,

I was perhaps born to sensuously kiss an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my despairingly truncated and inevitably mercurial life,

I was perhaps born to unassailably patronize goodness an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my haplessly truncated and inevitably passing life,

I was perhaps born to undauntedly tower for Omnipotent truth an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my fearfully truncated and inevitably crumbling life,

I was perhaps born to royally breathe an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my ironically truncated and inevitably nomadic life,

I was perhaps born to voluptuously embrace an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my unsparingly truncated and inevitably withering life,

But irrespective of an infinite infinites for which I was perhaps born to execute in the tenure of my inevitably shortened life; by the grace of God; I was born to only once; Immortally love and veritably die.