The Womb – Poems on Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood – Volume 2 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

28. STILL CRAVING FOR MORE 

A million kisses on her mischievously magical palms; as she intriguingly darted to explore every bit of the ecstatically astounding atmosphere,

A million kisses on her flirtatiously dancing lids; as she inadvertently fluttered those diminutively silken folds; at the slightest insinuation of vibrant light,

A million kisses on her immaculately divine lips; as she Omnisciently unveiled into a festoon of enchanting smiles; after every feed of her Mother’s milk,

A million kisses on her innocuously flapping ears; as she poignantly bounced to even the most inconspicuous sounds; euphorically feasting on the first rays of the Sun; like no other entity on planet alive,

And my lips still unrelentingly craved for more; such was the timeless incantation of her newly born spirit; such was the luminescence of her impeccable soul; such was the charisma of her tiny; but immortal heart.

1.

A million kisses on her sacredly minuscule forehead; as she regally stared at my alien face in innocent bewilderment,

A million kisses on her jubilantly tinkling feet; as she naughtily thrust at all that she encountered in vicinity; with her unfathomably burgeoning euphoria,

A million kisses on her royally mesmerizing neck; as she immaculately maneuvered it umpteenth number of times in a single minute; passionately searching for her mother’s breast,

A million kisses on her eternally bountiful eyelashes; as she winked every now and again; demanding to be celestially hoisted towards the fathomless sky; by virtually all her by her tiny side,

And my lips still intransigently wandered for more; such was the miraculous impression of her Omnipresent soul; such was the unsurpassably resplendent radiance of her every new born footstep; such was the charisma of her tiny; but immortal heart.

2.

A million kisses on her profusely baby powder coated armpits; as she unleashed into a fountain of wonderful laughter; gleefully poking me in my ribs,

A millions kisses on her Omnipotently golden belly; as she perennially snuggled closer and closer to my chest; with the onset of the remorsefully fearful and

sordid night,

A million kisses on her marvelously embellished shadow; as she enchantingly crawled towards an entrenchment of endowing goodness; every unfurling minute of

the brilliantly sparkling day,

A million kisses on her microscopic yet philanthropic shoulders; as she harbored nothing but unassailable love for all mankind; bonding every element of her countenance with the religion of humanity,

And my lips still ardently prayed for more; such was the glorious essence of her perpetually amiable sharing; such was the unblemished spirit that encapsulated her newly born demeanor; such was the charisma of her tiny; but immortal heart.

3.

A million kisses on her magnificently curly hair; as she fervently suckled her big thumb to divinely appease every ingredient of her; invincibly scarlet blood,

A million kisses on her robustly ebullient tongue; as she rejuvenated life in even the most lugubriously dead; with her inarticulately affable sky of natural cries,

A million kisses on her profoundly rubicund palms; as she frolicked in the aisles of beautifully captivating childhood; entirely oblivious to the rigors of tyrannical destiny and this satanically savage planet,

A million kisses on her freshly spawning fingernails; as she unveiled into a palace of everlasting newness; heavenly bouncing in the lap of her Godly mother,

And my lips still indefatigably sought for more; such was the benign power of her newly born soul; such was the inimitable propensity in her effusively spell binding cries; such was the charisma of her tiny; but immortal heart.