Suddenly Metamorphosed Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Don't you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like frigidly decrepit chunks of unsolicited manure; but when it came to sequestering you from the clutches of the salaciously marauding devil; my hands suddenly metamorphosed into the most invincibly unshakable power on this fathomless Universe,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like parsimoniously squashed and squalid contours of the pig-stalk; but when it came to enlightening you from the aisles of inexplicable morbidity; my lips suddenly metamorphosed into the most redolently Omnipotent smile on this boundless Universe,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like hopelessly crumbling matchsticks of scurrilous disdain; but when it came to peeling every layer of sugarcane skin for you; my teeth suddenly metamorphosed into a fortress
of unbreakably fantastic temerity,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like haplessly cancerous parasites egregiously fretting even in the most brilliant of sunlight; but when it came to compassionately carrying you to your destination; my shoulders suddenly metamorphosed into a rock of unflinchingly Herculean solidarity,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like inconspicuously
mortified ants; but when it came to indefatigably galloping to quench your every dream; my feet suddenly metamorphosed into a dynamite of endlessly springing freshness,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like lugubriously extinguishing horizons; but when it came to searching you in the most blackened of night; my eyes suddenly metamorphosed into a Sun of unceasingly triumphant light,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like lifeless twigs of
dangling uncertainty; but when it came to sketching your benign silhouette; my fingers suddenly metamorphosed into the most artistically bounteous paradise of panoramic beauty,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like a pertinently
evanescent mosquito fluttering every now and again; but when it came to uninhibitedly cavorting with you behind the pristinely rain soaked hills; my
eyelashes suddenly metamorphosed into an undefeatable sky of blissful mischief,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; it might otherwise seem like an apocalypse of
wanton dumbness; but when it came to singing in your divinely praise; my
throat suddenly metamorphosed into a heaven of sensuously mellifluous nightingales,
Don't you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like a corpse of meaninglessly indolent sleep; but when it came to impregnably safeguarding
you while you celestially slept; my eyelids suddenly metamorphosed into a
volcano of insuperable alacrity,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; it might otherwise seem like a penuriously pulverized ladder of nothingness; but when it came to uprooting even the most infinitesimal trace of evil surrounding you; my spine suddenly metamorphosed into an unassailably majestic cosmos of intrepid strength,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; it might otherwise seem like a desperately flailing flea of bizarre emptiness; but when it came to tranquilly caressing every pore of your estranged persona in the acrimoniously unsparing mid-day Sun; my shadow suddenly metamorphosed into a cistern of magnificently bountiful harmony,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like flaccidly flagrant caterpillars loathing towards fulsome extinction; but when it came to wounding any organism who dared to diabolically tease you; my nails suddenly metamorphosed into the sharpest sword of vindication on this eternal Universe,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like a desolately slavering stream of balderdash jelly; but when it came to withstanding any warrior on earth who tried to ruthlessly snatch you; my bones suddenly metamorphosed into wall of unbreakably peerless determination,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; it might otherwise seem like lividly colorless
and cadaverously cursing saliva; but when it came to coalescing every ingredient of your life with the religion of humanity; my blood suddenly metamorphosed into a heaven of eternally interminable oneness,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; it might otherwise seem like a non-existent gutter of derogatory raunchiness; but when it came to disseminating your voice of everlasting truth to the farthest quarter of this planet; my conscience suddenly metamorphosed into an unstoppable fire of royal righteousness,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like languidly senseless cockroaches extruding from my diminutive scalp; but when it came to tantalizing every pore of your remorsefully depressed skin; my hair suddenly metamorphosed into a cascade of timelessly silken togetherness,

Don't you worry O! Beloved; it might otherwise seem like a pugnaciously massacring mirage of death; but when it came to miraculously resuscitating your lifeless form; my breath suddenly metamorphosed into an Omnipresently effulgent caravan of sparkling life,
And don't you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem infidel palpitations of dismally deteriorating oblivion; but when it came to inimitably inundating every aspect of your life with Immortal friendship; my heartbeats suddenly metamorphosed into the Creator of Omniscient love.