What Is The Need Of?

What is the need of spuriously artificial bulb light; when we have the natural light of the majestically fulminating and Omnipotent Sun; ubiquitously disseminating perpetual rays of hope in every dwelling besieged with horrendous despair?

What is the need of capriciously artificial cologne scent; when we have the natural cocoon of vibrantly blossoming roses in the field; timelessly placating tumultuously aggrieved nerves with the magic of fragrant togetherness?

What is the need of bombastically inflated air-conditioner; when we have the natural draughts of exuberant breeze; enchantingly blowing to pave a pathway of rhapsodic ebullience; even in the most devastated of lives?

What is the need of manipulatively blended factory made sweetness; when we have unfathomable tons of natural honey delectably oozing from the grandiloquently rambunctious hives; infiltrating each beleaguered life with; astronomically priceless
sweetness?

What is the need of vindictively bottled and artificial spices; when we have indefatigable fields of piquant chili; the natural waves of the gigantic ocean; profoundly perpetuating each despicably shattered life; with the poignant elixir to exotically survive?

What is the need of sleazily scintillating artificial jewelry; when we have the marvelously royal oyster; bountifully culminating into a forest of ingratiatingly euphoric pearls; enlightening every dreary heart and the gory retribution of the night;
with milky innocence; alike?

What is the need of the diabolically looming fortresses of mortal and obdurately insensitive steel; when we have the natural entrenchments of perennial mankind; compassionately sequestering even the most tyrannically penurious; in its handsomely sacrosanct belly?

What is the need of insidiously gaudy color towering on each road; when we have the vivaciously natural rainbow shimmering enthrallingly in fathomless bits of sky; enlightening the life of all those miserably shattered; with beams of astounding dexterity?

What is the need of seductively raunchy and pathetically lewd films; when we have the naturally tantalizing carpet of crimson clouds floating in the sky; gorgeously titillating even the most remotely sweltering cranny of this Universe; with thunderbolts of fascinating rain?

What is the need of lethally venomous guns and an anarchic arcade of treacherous bombs; when we have the regally natural blanket of home soil; patriotically blazing in impregnably triumphant glory; above even the most diabolically infidel of traitors?

What is the need of lecherously tainted and ludicrously mechanized cloth; when we have impeccably natural fields of sprawling cotton; chivalrously shielding every orphaned and rich alike; in the heavenly enclosure of its immaculate warmth?

What is the need of bizarrely lugubrious and artificially made somber coffins; when we have the naturally celestial trenches of mud; to harbor and eternally rest the departed mind; body and soul?

What is the need of nonchalantly dolorous strips of trademarked sunglass; when we have the pricelessly natural fold of sensuous lids blissfully encapsulating the drearily exhausted eyeball; imparting it with heavenly rejuvenation; even under the most
acrimoniously belligerent fireball of Sun?

What is the need of baselessly opulent distilled water geysers; when we have the exuberantly natural cascades of the sparkling waterfalls to bathe under; profoundly
reinvigorate even the most morbidly deadened arena of the crumbling skin?

What is the need of preposterously bludgeoning beats of the meaningless discotheque; when we have the naturally melodious and divinely cadence of the
nightingale supremely appease; even the most veritably extinguishing organs of our body?

What is the need of dastardly computers invidiously flashing axioms of truth; when we have the innocuous wails of the freshly born infant; irrefutably proclaiming the cosmos of unassailable righteousness every unfurling minute of the day?

What is the need of nonchalantly lackadaisical tantras; mantras; and religious fanaticism; when we have the Omnisciently Natural blessings of the Almighty Lord; to give us the unprecedented tenacity; of victoriously transcending over the most
horrifically hostile; of path?

What is the need of worthlessly puffed up cylinders of artificial oxygen; when we have the Omnipresently natural cisterns of unsurpassably unending air all
around; miraculously pacifying even the most gorily dying jacket of lungs?

And what is the need of insipidly bulky pacemakers incessantly trying to revive the beats of the vanishing heart; when we have the immortally natural paradise of unconquerable love; not only ensuring that the heart stayed young forever; but perpetually sought love and was wonderfully alive?
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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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