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Art immortalizes,
Manipulation wanders in realms of traumatized hell…
Art stupefies,
Manipulation is a balloon of monotony which augments by the unfurling
second…
Art mesmerizes,
Manipulation rots in dungeons of stagnation…
Art fortifies,
Manipulation collapses even before it rises from the ground…
Art blossoms,
Manipulation is a vicious whirlwind which always recoils…
Art embraces,
Manipulation strangulates beyond realms of suffocation…
Art showers,
Manipulation salaciously dries every droplet of blood that serenely
cascades…
Art tantalizes,
Manipulation annihilates fantasy from its very roots…
Art symbolizes,
Manipulation disdainfully infiltrates irrefutable truth…
Art innovates,
Manipulation puts all dreams to an obnoxious standstill….
Art sings,
Manipulation is the origin of all obstreperous abuse…
Art harbors,
Manipulation ruins the mightiest to raw grains of inconspicuous ash…
Art unites,
Manipulation profoundly dismantles the crux of blissful humanity…..
Art enlightens,
Manipulation perpetually fails to break the walls of despair….
Art smiles,
Manipulation brutally sucks the tiniest trace of jubilation in life….
Art entices,
Manipulation repels even the most horrendous battalion of
mosquitoes….
Art intoxicates,
Manipulation buries a man breathing celestially beneath his grave…
Art bestows,
Manipulation sucks all benevolence; philanthropically entwined in
your soul…..
And Art is the very reason I could take birth an infinite times,
While O! Almighty Lord; keep manipulation away even from the most
decaying framework of my dead bones; each time I left for my heavenly
abode….
©COPYRIGHT-2002, BY NIKHIL PAREKH
Nikhil Parekh
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