The Girl Whom I Called My Beloved

The blood which flowed incessantly through my body; was that of my revered mother,
While the entity who propelled it to circulate more passionately than flamboyant sunshine; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The color that profusely engulfed my rubicund lips; was that of my loving mother,
While the entity who triggered it to blossom into a festoon of gregarious smiles; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The bones impregnated bountifully in my supple body; were that of my sacrosanct mother,
While the entity who engendered them to audaciously confront the most acrimonious expeditions of life; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The brain encapsulated blissfully beneath my skull; was that of my divinely mother,
While the entity who punctuated it to perceive beyond the most unfathomable limits; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The contours of my intricately molded persona; were that of my heavenly mother,
While the entity who embedded in them poignant traces of vivacious boisterousness; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The shades of my fabulously glistening eyes; were that of my irrefutably celestial mother,
While the entity who perpetuated them to discriminate between the prudently good and diabolically bad; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The conglomerate of articulate fingers on my hands; were that of my adorable mother,
While the entity who instigated them to evolve the most ingratiating verse in this world; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The voluptuously soft palms protruding from my skeleton; were that of my stupendously amicablemother,
While the entity who harnessed each stage of my destiny to unfurl; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The breath that lingered with unsurpassable equanimity in my nostrils; was that of my Omnipotent mother,
While the entity who caused it to cascade with exuberantly ecstatic compassion; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

And the heart that lay invincibly incarcerated beneath my chest; was that of my immortally cherishable mother,
While the entity who facilitated it to ardently palpitate all night and day; commence on a whole new chapter of love with each of its beat; was the girl whom I called my beloved.
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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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