The Power of Black – Poems on Humanity , Social Cause , Poverty , Women Empowerment – Volume 2 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

23. BORN TO LOVE 

Fantasizers were born to unrelentingly dream; frolic euphorically in a land

of surreally fabulous seduction,

Artists were born to vibrantly evolve; diffuse the most poignant infernos fulminating in the profoundly mesmerizing recesses of their soul,

Businessmen were born to dexterously manipulate; shrewdly weave webs of astute give and profitable take,

Birds were born to boisterously chirp; enshroud each arena besieged with insurmountable gloom; with the passionate fervor of life,

Frogs were born to disdainfully croak; creepily bounce in remorsefully stagnant water; with a despondently smug smile entrenching their snouts,

Parrots were born to fantastically emulate; replicate even the  most inconspicuous tunes; of their tyrannically uncouth master,

Kings were born to royally rule; govern fathomless civilizations with great vigor and aristocracy; like beads of scintillating pearls cascading from voluptuous sky,

Oceans were born to spray tangy salt and ebullience; undulate into a ravishingly ecstatic fountain of perpetual enthrallment,

Vultures were born to hedonistically pluck at innocent flesh; feast and have the time of their lives; on a mountain of abominably rotting carrion,

Cows were born to yield sacrosanct festoons of impeccable milk; pacify the wails of every new born organism; on the trajectory of this gregariously

boundless planet,

Patriots were born to irrevocably defend their motherland; sequester the revered soil on which they tread; from even the most infinitesimal iota of lecherous betrayal,

Stones were born to sulk in ludicrously mock silence; remain more frozen than murderously white ice; even as the world took birth and died outside,

Roses were born to disseminate gorgeous clouds of scent; rekindle the rapidly extinguishing philanderer in insensitively plodding tycoons,

Sharks were born to irrefutably rule the sea; menacingly churn their way through hordes of small fish and fiercely turbulent rafts of white water,

Rats were born to mischievously munch at tantalizing cheese; infiltrate a myriad of scornful holes in embellished cloth and gargantuan fabric,

Leaves were born to euphorically rustle into mists of everlasting yearning; propel thunderbolts of exultating breeze; which made you soar above the realms of monotonously pragmatic space,

Rainbows were born to mystically enchant; trigger insurmountable cloudbursts of vivacious nostalgia; in your gruesomely commercial persona,

Dogs were born to intransigently bark; pierce the titillating iridescence of the night; with their unfathomably rambunctious flurry of disgruntled sound,

Nostrils were born to inhale and exhale precious air; inevitably carry on the chapter of gloriously exotic existence,

But all of us irrespective of caste; creed; or color; were born to immortally love; proliferate God’s incomprehensibly bountiful planet with countless more

of our kind; be integral elements of blessedly beautiful creation; be indispensable threads and religions of; unconquerable mankind