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Come let's wholeheartedly follow
There’s a sweet little child in all of us; come lets
wholeheartedly allow it to majestically blossom till
the pinnacle of resplendently ingratiating prosperity,
There’s a mesmerizing little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to evolve into an
unfathomably compassionate gorge of friendship; as
tangy as the rhapsodically ebullient oceans,
There’s an enchanting little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to marvelously burgeon
till times beyond iridescent eternity; and enthuse
even the most obfuscatedly alien of our times,
There’s a euphoric little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to spawn like an
insatiably fragrant flower of gorgeous companionship;
as the Sun blazed vibrantly from behind the
mellifluous hills,
There’s a poignant little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to enthrall even the most
obsoletely dithering nerves in our beleaguered bodies;
to the most stupendously unprecedented limits,
There’s a jubilant little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to ingratiatingly gallop
to kiss the epitome of dazzling timelessness; and for
centuries immemorial,
There’s a victorious little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to Omnipotently
transcend; over the pernicious precipices of our
disastrously dwindling derogatorily manipulative
souls,
There’s an innocuous little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to profoundly rejuvenate
our bizarrely estranged senses; with the vivaciously
sacrosanct tonic of life,
There’s an embellished little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to majestically drape our
insipidly feckless deliriousness; with cisterns of
unsurpassable sensuousness,
There’s a fantastic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to irrefutably overshadow
our disparagingly deteriorating gloom; with fountains
of timeless happiness,
There’s an intriguing little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to invincibly sequester
us in its bountiful swirl; fathomless kilometers away
from the mortuary of inexplicable despair,
There’s an ecstatic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to Omnisciently overpower
our insurmountable battalion of idiosyncrasies; with
the its magical ointment of godly freshness,
There’s a spell binding little child in all of us;
come lets wholeheartedly allow it to encapsulate us in
its panoramically vivid embrace; bless every aspect of
our haplessly shattered existence; with the gorgeously
fructifying elixir of life,
There’s an eclectic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to weave the
unconquerable spell of its royal artistry; upon our
monotonously delinquent life,
There’s a sacrosanct little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to magnanimously bless
our ominously extradited rhythm; with its benevolently
humanitarian beats,
There’s a sparkling little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to miraculously cleanse
all our dastardly cloistered dirt; with its heaven of
fathomless righteousness,
There’s a melodious little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to annihilate even the
most mercurial trace of prejudiced paradoxism in our
blood; with its tunes of celestially unassailable
truth,
There’s a beautiful little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to enshroud us with
philanthropic graciousness; insuperably conquering the
cry of the ungainly devil with the winds of
perennially uninhibited freedom,
There’s a mystical little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to everlastingly stupefy
us with an entrenchment of impregnable newness; with
the limitless enthuse of its pristine eyes,
And there’s an exhilarating little child in all of us;
come lets wholeheartedly allow it to inundate the song
of immortal love; in our forlornly disbelieving and
satanically fretful lives…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
poem
by
Nikhil Parekh
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