What Purpose Did Life Have To Exist?

What purpose did the grass have to exist; without the astoundingly scintillating sheath of perpetual dewdrops; the mystical rejuvenation that they imparted at the crack of every ethereally ebullient dawn?

What purpose did the sky have to exist; without the crimson conglomerate of handsomely thunderous clouds; the vivacious charisma that they imparted by
indefatigably clashing and culminating into torrential thunderballs of mesmerizing rain?

What purpose did the mountains have to exist; without the majestically glittering festoon of invincible peaks; the unassailable ardor that they imparted all night and sweltering day?
 
What purpose did the trees have to exist; without the aristocratic fountain of exotically sensuous leaves; the princely charisma that they imparted; with the serenely rustling and tranquil breeze?

What purpose did the mother have to exist; without the impeccably new born child; the godly rays of newness that it imparted; with each of its princely wails?

What purpose did the rose have to exist; without the boisterously buzzing honey bee; the unfathomable tons of nectar it blissfully secreted; nimbly perched on the ravishingly voluptuous petals?

What purpose did the castle have to exist; without its stupendously royal garland of kings and queens; the unassailable spirit of triumph that they irrefutably provided; to even the most remotely lackadaisical of its barren walls?

What purpose did the soil have to exist; without the quintessential cistern of priceless fertility; the amazingly prolific and indispensable elixir of life; which blissfully spawned endlessly vibrant life?

What purpose did the night have to exist; without the resplendently milky curtain of enthralling moonlight; the timelessly alluring beams of immaculate white; which profoundly enlightened every cranny of dolorously murderous stillness?

What purpose did the gutters have to exist; without the abominably abhorrent pigs; the savagely uncouth stomachs of theirs; which scrapped every iota of dirt forever; within lightening seconds of time?

What purpose did the deserts have to exist; without the overwhelmingly sweltering landscape of blistering sands; the disdainfully acrimonious heat that they
imparted; and that too smilingly for centuries immemorial?

What purpose did the avalanches have to exist; without the austerely frozen winds of winter; the deathly chill that held their gruesomely appalling contours; stoically in the most meticulous of shape?

What purpose did the web have to exist; without the inscrutably silken spider; the incomprehensible entrenchment of enthrallment that it imparted; while indefatigably interweaving through the gorgeously satiny strands?

What purpose did the eyes have to exist; without the panoramically wonderful kaleidoscope of beauty around; the spell binding reinvigoration that it uninhibitedly
imparted; to one and all; holistically alike?

What purpose did the battlefields have to exist; without the patriotically marching soldiers; the intrepid waves of impregnable triumph that they imparted; while unequivocally shedding their life for the sake of their sacred countrymen?

What purpose did the treasuries have to exist; without the unlimited cistern of opulently glittering gold; the unbelievably grandiloquent aura that it imparted for the entire world to; salaciously witness?

What purpose did the mind have to exist; without the ecstatically swirling whirlpool of untamed fantasy; the divinely fascinating cloud of romantic philandering that it imparted; forever to the drearily tyrannized nerves?

What purpose did the nostrils have to exist; without the pricelessly vibrant forest of mystically piquant breath; the unconquerable jacket of oligarchic life that it imparted; to every hopelessly wandering living; inundated with turbulent distress?

And what purpose did life have to exist; without the invincible jewel of compassionate love; the Omnipotent thread of egalitarian sharing that it celestially instilled in all mankind; to bond them forever and ever and ever; in the perpetual religion of humanity?
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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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