The Voice Of My Divinely Baby Daughter

There was just one voice which could bring me triumphantly bouncing back; even from the dungeons of the most inexplicable desperation—where an infinite scorpions of viciously stabbed till many an eternity,

There was just one voice which could bring me blissfully bouncing back; even from the throes of the most chaotic riots and violent bloodshed-where a boundless innocent like me were baselessly trapped irrespective of religion; cast; color or race,

There was just one voice which could bring me spell-bindingly bouncing back; even from the mortuaries of acrimonious betrayal—where the most benign harbingers of peace were insidiously charred to raw and wanton ash,

There was just one voice which could bring me boisterously bouncing back; even from the most diabolical dungeons of solitariness—where perpetual silence dolorously incarcerated every ounce of activity,

There was just one voice which could bring me sensuously bouncing back; even from the most dreaded fields of subterfuge and slavery—where disdainful manipulation kept inexhaustibly sucking like an unconquerable leech,

There was just one voice which could bring me ecstatically bouncing back; even from the most truculently thwarted anecdotes of maniacal depression—were every step forward led only to the graveyards of bleary nothingness,

There was just one voice which could bring me euphorically bouncing back; even from the most cursedly moonless nights—where there vindictively paraded nothing else but an unceasing fleet of Witches and bemoaning ghosts,

There was just one voice which could bring me jubilantly bouncing back; even from the most perilously closing crocodile jaws—where there lingered nothing else but the coffin robe of wholesome death,

There was just one voice which could bring me unflinchingly bouncing back; even from the most unbearably sadistic gutters of cowardice-where Sunlight was endlessly ostracized and livid blackness fervently worshipped,

There was just one voice which could bring me undauntedly bouncing back; even from the most miserably asphyxiating of nightmares—where proliferation or newness immutably abhorred to survive,

There was just one voice which could bring me mellifluously bouncing back; even from the most irrevocably sinking ship-where ghastly choking to death was the only writing on every innocuous palm,

There was just one voice which could bring me vivaciously bouncing back; even from the most brutally gleaming edges of the devilish knife—where wholesome extinction precariously tottered in-between a single stroke of the sardonically grinning blade,

There was just one voice which could bring me stupendously bouncing back; even from the most torturously lambasting hell's of the devil—where all that reigned supreme was an unending battalion of abuse and parasitic unrest,

There was just one voice which could bring me bountifully bouncing back; even from the most deplorably stagnant realms of the unsparing past—where there hovered the germs of such negativity- that crucified every instant of the optimistic present and tomorrow,

There was just one voice which could bring me poignantly bouncing back; even from the most irretrievably demonic thorns of poverty-where there existed nothing else but an unfathomably deteriorating atmosphere of devastating haplessness,

There was just one voice which could bring me merrily bouncing back; even from the most sinfully adulterated streets of prejudice—where every organism gallivanting was under a spell of blood-sucking doom,

There was just one voice which could bring me jauntily bouncing back; even from the most despondently excoriating gallows of failure—where the minutest ray of hope had abominably died already a billion years ago,

There was just one voice which could bring me exuberantly bouncing back; even from the most satanic crevices of wretched terrorism-where only the harmoniously impeccable organism had to pay the price of its life,

O! Yes; that voice was of none other but that of my divinely baby daughter 'Kavya'; calling me 'Daddy' more and more passionately with every unveiling instant- till the time there existed the last draught of air in my lungs—and even an infinite centuries after I'd veritably died.
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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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