Nikhil Parekh

Gold Star - 6,486 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

The Ultimate Gifts Of The Almighty Lord - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Both were extraordinarily equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most handsomely unassailable cisterns of fantastic life; or whether it be the coffins of the most gruesomely asphyxiating death,

Both were celestially equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most magnetically inebriating fields of Omnipotent life; or whether it be the mortuaries of the most deplorably debilitating death,

Both were enchantingly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most vivaciously emollient chapters of Omnipresent life; or whether it be the hell of the most gorily pulverizing death,

Both were fabulously equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most
resplendently ubiquitous caverns of spell binding life; or whether it be the
gallows of the most horrendously perverted death,

Both were astoundingly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most
jubilantly effervescent caravans of majestic life; or whether it be the pigstalks of the most venomously maddening death,

Both were pricelessly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most poignantly symbiotic winds of unassailable life; or whether it be the claws of the
most torturously cannibalistic death,

Both were unbelievably equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most
iridescently patriotic grasslands of victorious life; or whether it be the jails of the
most hideously massacring death,

Both were triumphantly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most eternally proliferating cradles of effulgent life; or whether it be the shadows of the
most perilously apocalyptic death,

Both were royally equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most optimistically enlightening skies of vivid life; or whether it be the carcasses of the most fetidly depriving death,

Both were sacredly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most tantalizingly virile shapes of artistic life; or whether it be the doldrums of the most amorphously crucifying death,

Both were wonderfully equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most
impeccably virgin pearls of egalitarian life; or whether it be the madhouses
of the most deliriously dogmatic death,

Both were sensuously equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most divinely truthful fabric of synergistic life; or whether it be the maelstroms of the
most satanically annihilating death,

Both were fragrantly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most inimitably reinvigorating thunder of undefeated life; or whether it be the thorns of the
most diabolically silencing death,

Both were unshakably equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most unconquerably inimitable expression of fructifying life; or whether it be the stones of the most emotionlessly penalizing death,

Both were magnanimously equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most brilliantly unfettered rainbows of ecstatic life; or whether it be the holes of the
most ominously disappearing death,

Both were heroically equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most
ecumenically endowing ingredients of unsurpassable life; or whether it be the expurgations of the most sadistically incarcerated death,

Both were incredulously equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most bountifully sparkling mirrors of undauntedly righteous life; or whether it be the stench of the most horrifically stagnating death,

Both were regally equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most passionately spawning beats of immortally faithful life; or whether it be the dungeons of the
most criminally indescribable death,

Both were incomparably equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it the be the most inscrutably enigmatic seas of fathomlessly frosty life; or whether it be the scarecrows of the most vindictively aggrieved death,

And both would forever and ever and ever remain ebulliently equal; blessed and beautiful; for on them both was the sole control of the Omniscient Creator; for both of them were; are and would forever remain bestowed upon all living kind alike; as the ultimate gifts of the Almighty Lord.

Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful, death, god, life

Form: Free Verse


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