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God Made Me - Poem 2

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Nikhil Parekh
Nikhil Parekh

God created many things in nature, from nightingales and rivers to stars, rain, and serpents, with specific purposes that bring beauty, sustenance, or comfort to living beings. The poem expresses that God created the speaker as well, making every part of their impoverished heart, blood, and soul, for the sole purpose of loving others and writing poetry for many lifetimes to come.

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GOD MADE ME – POEM 2 God made the voluptuously sapphire crested nightingale; only so that it could stupendously placate all murderously frazzled nerves; with the ingratiating melody in its seductive sound, God made the sparklingly tranquil rivers; only so that they could astoundingly appease the scorchingly famished throats of countless dreary; with their perennially mystical enthrallment, God made the vivaciously blazing Sun; only so that it could dazzle its Omnipotent shine to even the most infinitesimally remote corners of this Universe; compassionately comfort one and all; with its marvelously majestic warmth, God made the celestially resplendent stars; only so that they could shimmer a path of profoundly enamoring mysticism; magnanimously enlighten; the heart of the sullenly gory night, God made torrential cloudbursts of golden rain; only so that they could tantalizingly reinvigorate acrimoniously parched granules of deadened soil; impregnate scintillating beams of life in those heading towards a morbid extinction, God made the enigmatically slithering serpent; only so that it could stupendously stupefy the dolorously pallid ambience of the forests; with its inscrutably hissing sounds, God made the voluptuously titillating rose; only so that it could ubiquitously disseminate its fragrance of perpetual equality to even the most obsolete cranny of this planet; transform all those besieged with murderous monotony into an apostle of humanitarian peace, God made the dexterously chiseled pen; only so that it could emboss countless lines of patriotic literature; handsomely evoke a revolution of holistic togetherness; with the unassailable power of words, God made the royally towering mountains; only so that they could amiably sequester all tyrannically bereaved in their invincibly formidable swirl; be the very first exemplaries of success perennially kissing the fathomless sky, God made the ravishingly frothy oceans; only so that they could tantalizingly harbor all innocuously aquatic life; culminate into
indispensably priceless salt for the survival of all living beings whether rich or indigent; alike, God made the vividly boisterous butterflies; only so that they could fascinatingly flutter under profound rays of the midday Sun; mischievously philander and frolic with eternal lovebirds behind the aristocratic hills, God made the eclectically sprouting seeds; only so that they could bountifully sprout into beautifully salubrious nutrition; become every living organism’s ultimate panacea to harmoniously survive, God made the meticulously ticking clock; only so that it could incessantly depict the radically changing shades of ebullient time; sagaciously apprise all about the inevitably passing moments of vibrant life, God made the fabulously euphoric shadow; only so that it could magnificently soothe the diabolical dungeons of abhorrence; with its spell bindingly silken and exotic touch, God made the rambunctiously innocuous and piquant hen; only so that it could rhetorically lay a shimmering festoon of poignant eggs; ensure that life indefatigably lingered in the atmosphere; with its series of passionate quacks, God made the supremely princely peacock; only so that it could dance the most gloriously charming dance on this planet; under torrential downpours of ebulliently alluring rain, God made the gregariously clashing clouds; only so that they could grandiloquently deluge the brutally dilapidated cracks on devastated soil; with unsurpassable tumblers of rejuvenating liquid, God made the tirelessly buzzing and swarming bees; only so that they could continuously diffuse into a web of glitteringly golden honey; ecumenically diffuse a spell of magical sweetness to every dwelling submerged with horrifically disparaging despair, God made the regally wide eyed owl; only so that it could prudently admonish everyone in vicinity about the most diminutive insinuation of oncoming danger; while the world snored thunderously under the wholesomely crippling blackness of the night, And God made me; every ingredient of my impoverished heart; blood and soul; only so that I could love you and dedicate
every iota of enthusiasm in my body towards writing poetry; for infinite more births yet to come.

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  • 1. GOD MADE ME – POEM 2 God made the voluptuously sapphire crested nightingale; only so that it could stupendously placate all murderously frazzled nerves; with the ingratiating melody in its seductive sound, God made the sparklingly tranquil rivers; only so that they could astoundingly appease the scorchingly famished throats of countless dreary; with their perennially mystical enthrallment, God made the vivaciously blazing Sun; only so that it could dazzle its Omnipotent shine to even the most infinitesimally remote corners of this Universe; compassionately comfort one and all; with its marvelously majestic warmth, God made the celestially resplendent stars; only so that they could shimmer a path of profoundly enamoring mysticism; magnanimously enlighten; the heart of the sullenly gory night, God made torrential cloudbursts of golden rain; only so that they could tantalizingly reinvigorate acrimoniously parched granules of deadened soil; impregnate scintillating beams of life in those heading towards a morbid extinction, God made the enigmatically slithering serpent; only so that it could stupendously stupefy the dolorously pallid ambience of the forests; with its inscrutably hissing sounds, God made the voluptuously titillating rose; only so that it could ubiquitously disseminate its fragrance of perpetual equality to even the most obsolete cranny of this planet; transform all those besieged with murderous monotony into an apostle of humanitarian peace, God made the dexterously chiseled pen; only so that it could emboss countless lines of patriotic literature; handsomely evoke a revolution of holistic togetherness; with the unassailable power of words, God made the royally towering mountains; only so that they could amiably sequester all tyrannically bereaved in their invincibly formidable swirl; be the very first exemplaries of success perennially kissing the fathomless sky, God made the ravishingly frothy oceans; only so that they could tantalizingly harbor all innocuously aquatic life; culminate into
  • 2. indispensably priceless salt for the survival of all living beings whether rich or indigent; alike, God made the vividly boisterous butterflies; only so that they could fascinatingly flutter under profound rays of the midday Sun; mischievously philander and frolic with eternal lovebirds behind the aristocratic hills, God made the eclectically sprouting seeds; only so that they could bountifully sprout into beautifully salubrious nutrition; become every living organism’s ultimate panacea to harmoniously survive, God made the meticulously ticking clock; only so that it could incessantly depict the radically changing shades of ebullient time; sagaciously apprise all about the inevitably passing moments of vibrant life, God made the fabulously euphoric shadow; only so that it could magnificently soothe the diabolical dungeons of abhorrence; with its spell bindingly silken and exotic touch, God made the rambunctiously innocuous and piquant hen; only so that it could rhetorically lay a shimmering festoon of poignant eggs; ensure that life indefatigably lingered in the atmosphere; with its series of passionate quacks, God made the supremely princely peacock; only so that it could dance the most gloriously charming dance on this planet; under torrential downpours of ebulliently alluring rain, God made the gregariously clashing clouds; only so that they could grandiloquently deluge the brutally dilapidated cracks on devastated soil; with unsurpassable tumblers of rejuvenating liquid, God made the tirelessly buzzing and swarming bees; only so that they could continuously diffuse into a web of glitteringly golden honey; ecumenically diffuse a spell of magical sweetness to every dwelling submerged with horrifically disparaging despair, God made the regally wide eyed owl; only so that it could prudently admonish everyone in vicinity about the most diminutive insinuation of oncoming danger; while the world snored thunderously under the wholesomely crippling blackness of the night, And God made me; every ingredient of my impoverished heart; blood and soul; only so that I could love you and dedicate
  • 3. every iota of enthusiasm in my body towards writing poetry; for infinite more births yet to come.