Don't Make me
Don't make me taller than the clouds; protruding my head above realms of infinite infinity,
That I became oblivious to my fellow compatriots on earth; had to bend beyond limits of comprehension; to walk abreast their benevolent countenances.
Don't make me fairer than white ice; with an unfathomably glorious aura radiating profusely from my flesh,
That I miserably dwindled to recognize those with the slightest tinge of black around me; shrugged my nose in disdain towards the realistic forms of humanity.
Don't make me more ferocious than the fires swirling towards the cosmos; charring everything in tangible atmosphere to inconspicuous bits of threadbare ash,
That I ruthlessly swept past my comrades in inexplicable pain; uncouthly forgot to commiserate with even those; who were solely instrumental for my existence.
Don't make me more mystical than the chapter of existence; entrenched by waves
of stupendously alluring enigma,
That I didn't understand the hearts of innocent children; overruling them with my torrential downpour of intriguing intricacies.
Don't make me more invincible than the divine; instilling in me the unprecedented power of conquering every iota of this fathomless planet,
That I started to condemn those frolicking in the lap of their mothers; the very celestial shrine of sacrosanct essence; wherein I had spent my entire childhood.
Don't make me more prudent than the Sun; possessing even the most infinitesimal bit of knowledge loitering on this planet,
That I basked in the overwhelming glory of my memory; feeling it worthless to disseminate the same to my fellow mates in profound despair.
Don't make me more cool than gargantuan avalanches of snow; inundating my soul with a mountain of gratifying peace,
That I was simply unable to comprehend the whirlwind of insurmountable agony besieging my loved ones; thoroughly nonplussed by the tragic disasters which
unleashed; right before my eyes.
Don't make me more fragrant than the most scarlet of roses; deluging my persona with magnanimous scent and voluptuously exotic spray,
That I diabolically kicked every fruit and flower that confronted me in my way; trampled mother nature under my bohemian feet; instead of blending in its
mesmerizing lap for centuries immemorial.
Don't make me more wealthy than the entire treasury of this Universe; triggering my pockets to explode with an unbelievable flurry of gold and shimmering silver,
That I relinquished even the tiniest trace of effort from within my veins; slept like a demon whilst my brothers and sisters; bathed in an unrelenting tornado of pain.
And don't make me more satisfied than the angels O! Lord; overwhelming my lap with all the riches of this planet; even before I found my breath to utter them coherently,
That I didn't feel the slightest need to discover the beautiful gift of love in life; spent countless lifetimes like a dreadful corpse; even after possessing infinite arms; legs and hearts.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on September 30, 2019
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Characters | 2,941 |
Words | 472 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 3, 2, 2, 3, 3, 2, 2 |
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