Till The Time He Commanded
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would dance; please the entire world incessantly with his tantalizingly swishing movement,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would speak; pacifying the infinite myths of people existing on this globe; with the prudent essence of his knowledge,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would write; inundating boundless number of blank paper with exquisite literature,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would sight; admiring all the mesmerizing beauty that was prevailing and embedded on this planet,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would perspire; working all day under the sweltering Sun; running for countless kilometers on the trot in heart
of the gruesomely chilly night,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would love; flooding every part of the still atmosphere with the poignant fire of his romance,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would sleep; relishing the blissful calm of the breeze; the mystical enchantment of the prolifically star studded darkness,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would valiantly fight; shedding his blood without the slightest of hesitation for the sake of his sacrosanct motherland,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would smile; impart the essence of equality and unbiased brotherhood to as far and wide as possible amongst tangible mankind,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would bathe; drenching every pore of his skin with supremely ravishing water; splashing tons of it around in ecstatic frolic on little children,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would sing; captivating this monotonously strangulated world with the delectable cadence in his voice,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would run; conquering impregnable milestones at every single step he took; wave the flag of amicable victory on each chunk of visible soil,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would dig; building a dwelling for himself as well as for all those who wandered in inexplicable affliction without a roof under the colossal sky,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would joke; making overwhelmingly sad people laugh with his astoundingly hilarious and comic banter,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would earn; assimilating the entire wealth that could ever have existed on land; disseminating it judiciously amongst people who badly needed it to resurrect their lives,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would yawn; relaxing on the lush green meadows in due admiration of the Sun God; reciting a flurry of vivid tales to mercilessly orphaned children starving to loneliness without their parents,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would exotically dream; perceiving the most wonderful objects which he had evolved; the unsurpassably beautiful garden which he had spawned for human kind to live and enjoy,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would thunderously cry; sharing the grief of others with a sense of equality; providing his shoulder for them to lean upon in their time of unprecedented distress,
And till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would placidly live; inhaling in air every unfurling second; trying his Herculean best to maintain this planet of his as the ultimate paradise; trying his best to metamorphose all the evil hovering into a
fantasy that he the 'Creator' would really cherish; a fantasy that God had given birth to this molecule of his; to wholesomely satisfy.
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Submitted on February 15, 2016
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Characters | 3,614 |
Words | 591 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2 |
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