No Pre-Requisites

If you don't know how to swim; then please don't plunge yourself into the ferociously choppy seas; or else you'd unsparingly drown to the
ominously uncouth rock bottom,

If you don't know how to spell; then please don't inexhaustibly yearn to become a writer; or else you'd be ruthlessly lambasted by whiplashes of mercilessly
ignominious contempt and unfathomable disdain,

If you don't know how to fly; then please don't plummet from the summit of the indomitably Herculean mountain; or else you'd find it'll be impossible for
you to collect your countless shattered bones; after you hit emotionlessly hard ground,

If you don't know how to tune; then please don't sing; or else you'd have boundless hordes of rancidly rabid dogs endlessly chasing you; pugnaciously responding to your cadaverously cacophonic wails,

If you don't know how to chew; then please don't uninhibitedly eat; or else you'd miserably choke and horrendously stutter to a terribly torturous and
diabolically cold-blooded death,

If you don't know how to admire; then please don't pretentiously sight; or else you'd be solely gobbled by corpses of prejudiced sorrow; amorphously
sauntering in the earth and atmosphere,

If you don't know how to imbibe; then please don't tirelessly learn; or else you'd be wasting pricelessly limitless moments of your life staring into balderdash nothingness; whilst infinite more of your kind resplendently bloomed till
times beyond eternal eternity,

If you don't know how to humanize; then please don't pray; or else you'd be righteously penalized by Omnipotent Lord Almighty; for disrespecting his quintessential principles of majestic creation,

If you don't know how to symbiotically mélange; then please don't procreate; or else you'd indiscriminately pulverized by your very own kin; in the murderous
rat-race of survival of the fittest,

If you don't know how to be happy; then please don't smile; or else you'd feel like a parasitically sanctimonious leech; a hedonistically pertinent thorn in the fabric of celestially selfless jubilation,

If you don't know how to be a magnanimously philanthropic cloud; then please don't rain; or else you'd be heartlessly emptying every ingredient of scarlet blood from your body; metamorphosing into a graveyard instead,

If you don't know how to flirt; then please don't wink; or else you'd be considered a delinquently salacious and tawdry traitor; by every fraternity of
holistically surviving living kind,

If you don't know how to fantasize; then please don't stretch your brain; or else you'd be wholeheartedly inviting the truculently hideous devil; to thrash you
left; right and center instead,

If you don't know how to protect; then please don't adapt the haplessly orphaned; or else you'll be digging dual graves for both you and him; egregiously
losing to the carnivorously maiming parasites; loitering on every side,

If you don't know how to walk; then please don't exuberantly run; or else you'd taste inanely hateful dust; even before you could dare to alight a single foot; in the most obsolete of your dreams,

If you don't know how to respect all humanity; then please don't ostentatiously preach; or else you'd become the first victim of that vituperatively blood-stained war of racialism; that you were so pompously trying to quell,

If you don't know how to patriotically blaze for your mothersoil; then please don't declare unendingly volatile war; or else you'd be inevitably massacred by
your own men; who'd embed their own flags of victory upon your
bereaved throne,

If you don't know how to synergistically live; then please don't breathe; or else you'd be placed the lowest in the chain of indispensable survival; ready to be taken for the unholy devil's supper anytime,

But if you don't know anything at all on this earth; are even oblivious to your very own voice and name; then please get ready to love; for Immortal Love
doesn't demand any status; caste; creed or wealth; it just perpetually embraces you making you feel the most Omnipotently blessed organism alive; and mind you; unlike everything else; it never has; ever had; or will ever have; any pre-requisite
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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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