Just Because

Just because somebody calls the compassionately breathing rose a pathetically dilapidated gutter; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its stupendously perennial fragrance,

Just because somebody calls Omnipotently dazzling Sun a cadaverous hell of abysmal darkness; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its unconquerably blistering flamboyance,

Just because somebody calls the impregnably luminescent mountains an inanely frigid mosquito; doesn't mean that they wholesomely lose all their indomitably endless temerity and unflinchingly peerless strength,

Just because somebody calls the majestically fathomless deserts a lividly wounded traitor; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its blazingly coruscated and timeless splendor,

Just because somebody calls the seductively dancing nightingale an acrimoniously ballistic thorn; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its enchantingly everlasting and poignantly mesmerizing melody,

Just because somebody calls the voluptuous cloud an evaporating graveyard of abhorrently insipid nothingness; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its unprecedented whirlpool of heavenly sensuousness,

Just because somebody calls the mystically undulating wave a prison of disastrously truculent monotony; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its vivaciously exhilarating and unfathomable tanginess,

Just because somebody calls the wonderfully titillating and emolliently crafted poetry an infinitesimal trash can of hyperbolic adjectives; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses its ubiquitously everlasting essence of unfettered friendship,

Just because somebody calls the unbelievably pristine pearl a tawdrily molested corpse of unthinkable profanity; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its royal resplendence and exotically titillating charm,

Just because somebody calls the flight of uninhibitedly untainted freedom a maliciously lambasting chain of hedonistically perverted slavery; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its celestially altruistic fortitude,

Just because somebody calls the lap of the unconquerably sacrosanct mother an insidiously gratuitous carcass; doesn't mean that that it wholesomely loses all its perpetually subliming effulgence and inimitable glory,

Just because somebody calls the vividly ebullient rainbow in the boundless sky a lackadaisically venomous scorpion rotting in the dungeons of bizarre isolation; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its regally unsurpassable ocean of timeless
enthrallment,

Just because somebody calls the wind of beautifully egalitarian symbiotism an indiscriminately cold-blooded eunuch tyrannically marauding every conceivable trace of life in vicinity; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its pricelessly
bountiful religion of humanity,

Just because somebody calls the wails of the immaculately wailing infant an apocalypse of murderous doom; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its
spell bindingly insuperable innocence and godly mischief,

Just because somebody calls the united fabric of eternal living kind an orphaned stone forlornly fretting on the vagrantly obsolete streets; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its unshakably Omnipotent aura and undefeatable companionship,

Just because somebody calls the iridescently blossoming seed a curse on the trajectory of this eclectic planet; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its unassailably ecstatic freshness,

Just because somebody calls the silken sensuality of paradise a devilish ghost invidiously permeating the hindside; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all
its indefatigably vibrant aristocracy and inexhaustibly Omniscient aura,

Just because somebody calls the sword of patriotically unchallengeable truth a dolorously disparaging coward retreating back into his egregiously worthless shell;
doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its unceasing bravery and Omnipresent exhilaration,

Just because somebody calls the chapter of endlessly bestowing life an amorphously stuttering oblivion of treacherous death; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its astoundingly indomitable and miraculous proliferation,

And just because somebody calls our unequivocally immortal love a manipulatively sinful compromise; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its perpetually bonding beats and magnetically humanitarian swirl.
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 ; 1977 ) from Ahmedabad , India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India , which is India's Best Book of Records , also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle . The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and natural . 10 Different National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are for - (1) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion (2) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada (3) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills (4) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-book (5) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations (6) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org (7) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website (8) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace' , at Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones (9) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela , has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa (10) Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ . The Indian Poet has written thousands of varied poems on - God , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and downloads on the Internet . Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry in their entirety . The Poet's Poetry has had the patronization of several versatile World Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit http://nikhilparekh.net ; the webpage . more…

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