What Use Was It?

What use was it to give an infinite exuberantly salty waves of the undulating sea; to the nimbly grazing cow; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the impregnably celestial fields of bountiful grass?

What use was it to give an infinite unending skies to the boisterously bubbling bee; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the mellifluously enchanting walls of its tiny little rhapsodic hive?

What use was it to give an infinite mists of surreally tantalizing laziness to the blisteringly patriotic soldier; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the blazing battlefield of war fearlessly fighting for his venerated motherland?

What use was it to give an infinite disdainfully monotonous and corporate clocks to the sensuously untamed poet; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the dreamland of uninhibitedly unending and ecstatic wilderness?

What use was it to give an infinite bombastically ebullient racecourses to the treacherously maimed; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but his reclusively darkened room with quintessential morsels of water; humanity and food?

What use was it to give an infinite incomprehensible scripts of aristocratically fantastic literature to the majestic bird; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but untainted bits of pristinely magnanimous sky?

What use was it to give an infinite castles of glistening gold to the newly born infant; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the Omnipotently sacrosanct lap of its heavenly mother?

What use was it to give an infinite regale deserts to the effulgently leaping fish; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the waves of the unceasingly tangy sea?

What use was it to give an infinite battalion of swanky cars to the royally parading lion; for whom the ultimate was in nothing else; but the rapaciously tantalizing outgrowths of the wonderfully arcane forests?

What use was it to give an infinite idols of the Omnipresent Lord to the
contumaciously cold-blooded murderer; for whom the ultimate paradise was in
nothing else; but innocent blood barbarically spewing around?



What use was it to give an infinite jars of honey to the rambunctiously
slithering spider; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but
resplendently silken strands of the unbelievably articulate web?

What use was it to give an infinite thrones embellished with mesmerizing
diamonds to the tirelessly sauntering camel; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the vividly shimmering sands of the insatiably sweltering desert?

What use was it to give an infinite firmaments of unconquerable truth to the disgracefully delinquent politician; for whom the ultimate paradise was in
nothing else; but the ghoulishly decrepit maelstroms of diabolical bloodshed and manipulative prejudice?

What use was it to give an infinite spiffy pop songs to the torturously estranged and kicked dog; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the cacophonic bark which emanated congenitally from his mouth; and the compassionate feet of his master?

What use was it to give an infinite harmoniously salubrious vegetables to the hideously hungry crocodile; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the scent of effusively reinvigorating and insanely pulverized human flesh and bone?

What use was it to give an infinite perspicaciously terrestrial preachings to the frigidly century old corpse; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but performing penance in the aisles of Heaven or Hell; wherever the Lord placed it with the unraveling moment?

What use was it to give an infinite well's of exquisitely immaculate curd to the hedonistic termite; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but obsoletely dilapidated pieces of orphaned and clammily deteriorating wood?

And what use was it to give an infinite civilizations of currency coin to the passionately thundering heart; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the unassailable beats of immortal love; love and solely immortal love?
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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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