The rhythm of the Creator divine by Nikhil Parekh

The rhythm of the Creator divine

If you truly consider life to be an extraordinarily
tangy ocean of profound mysticism; feasting in its
panoramically bounteous essence for times immemorial,
Then for you to condemn veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the insuperable Lord Almighty;
infact the most derogatorily appalling sin…

If you truly consider life to be an iridescent bed of
roses; spawning into an entrenchment of stupendously
enthralling newness every unfurling minute of the day,
Then for you to castigate veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the perpetual Lord Almighty; infact
the most ignominiously gruesome sin…

If you truly consider life to be a vivaciously
versatile artist; majestically paving each of your way
to drift you towards the clouds of insatiably untamed
prosperity,
Then you for you to lambaste veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the Omniscient Lord Almighty;
infact the most insidiously decrepit sin….

If you truly consider life to be a marvelously magical
civilization of happiness; ebulliently metamorphosing
your every unfinished dream into an unconquerably
eternal reality,
Then for you to crucify veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the ever-pervading Lord Almighty;
infact the most unimaginably dastardly sin….

If you truly consider life to be an unending festoon
of glorious enchantment; enlightening every ingredient
of your countenance with its immortal graciousness,
Then for you to abuse veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the everlastingly proliferating
Lord Almighty; infact the most flagrantly truculent
sin….

If you truly consider life to be an exhilarating
odyssey to limitless enchantment; basking in its
benevolently timeless splendor every time you had an
impulse to magnificently breathe,
Then for you to frown at veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the unshakable Lord Almighty;
infact the most hedonistically savage sin…

If you truly consider life to be a flower blossoming
into profusely magical happiness; miraculously healing
the agonies of one and all alike on this boundless
planet; with the chivalrous elixir of humanity, ’
Then for you to shirk from veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the impregnable Lord Almighty;
infact the most treacherously bellicose sin….

If you truly consider life to be a seductively
embellished fairy; tantalizing you towards an
unassailable paradise of benign heavenliness and the
divine,
Then for you to spit at veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the Omnipotent Lord Almighty;
infact the most venomously maligned sin…

If you truly consider life to be the ultimate
blessing; the most fructifying symbolism of every
entity trespassing on this enchantingly triumphant
earth,
Then for you to bludgeon death; was the greatest
insult to the Omnipresent Lord Almighty; infact the
most baselessly prejudiced sin….

If you truly consider life to be a patriotically
blistering success; the most uninhibitedly royal
mission that every organism was sent on the Universe
to wholeheartedly achieve,
Then for you to massacre veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the perennial Lord Almighty; infact
the most grotesquely pugnacious sin…

For when God made earth and organism; he irretrievably
swung the pendulum of life and death in unrestrictedly
egalitarian unison; spell bindingly replacing
withering death with sparkling life every instant; yet
inevitably ensuring that there was death every now and
again; so that his Universe symbiotically existed,
Therefore take both life and veritable death in your
stride O! penurious Human; let forever everything on
this globe exist as the most fantastically vibrant
rhythm of the Creator Divine..

-Nikhil Parekh -

The rhythm of the Creator divine

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