In Return.
I didn't the slightest expect even the most iridescently undefeated of mountaintops; the ultimate apogees of infallibly glittering success; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most majestically twinkling of stars; the unconquerably amiable glimmer that beautifully crowned the night; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most astoundingly proliferating of soil; the tirelessly spawning seeds of eclectically virile freshness; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most inscrutably roaring of oceans; the fathomless swirl of the undyingly towering and insuperable waves; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most torrentially blessing showers of rain; the globules of unparalleled magnificence which mollified every ingredient of emaciated soil; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most tantalizingly nubile seductresses; the rhapsodic wave of enigma which incessantly tingled even the most infinitesimal of my veins; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most indescribably mind-boggling miracles; the amazing evolution of an infinite new civilizations out of sheer and vapid nothingness; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most blazingly unfettered of Sun; the countless rays of Omnipotent light which vanquished every bit of inexplicable disaster; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most boundless granaries of nectar; the exotically unparalleled sweetness which harmoniously quelled every agonizing fire of life; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most unsurpassable stretch of the heavenly sky; the truest miracle depicting the vastness of God's Omnipresent creation; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most endless landscapes of pristine ice; the impeccable garland of priceless white that quintessentially adorned the mountain side; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most inimitably enamoring of pearls; the ecstatically virgin shimmer that granted bounteous fantasy for an unfathomable more lifetimes, in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most gloriously unchallengeable of laurels; the perpetual tunes of plaudits drifting left; right; center and in every conceivable pore of atmosphere; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most unimaginably gigantic territories of land; the footsteps of uninhibited romance emanating from every direction; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most unshakably powerful of fortresses; the rawness of united power demonstrated magnificently at every step; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most undyingly replenished of treasuries; the signature of stinking wealth which could virtually buy anything on this planet today; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most immortal spells of life; the heaven where there was absolutely not the tiniest trace of gorily asphyxiating death; in return for it,
I didn't the slightest expect even the most blessedly kingly destiny lines of life; the magical routes which led to nothing else but sparkling prosperity; in return for it,
If only; you gave me each beat of your immortally compassionate heart; in return for every corresponding beat of my heart; which inexhaustibly throbbed for you and only you; forever and ever and ever in my chest's goldmine.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 04, 2019
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