At Her Omnipresent Feet Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Not the slightest impressed did I feel; even as every cranny of my countenance; enshrouded itself with the most resplendently shimmering silk,

Not the slightest enchanted did I feel; even as an unsurpassable sky of ingratiatingly mellifluous nightingales; majestically perpetuated caverns of unbelievably rhapsodic melody in my life,

Not the slightest influenced did I feel; even as the most unprecedentedly wise philosophers; uninhibitedly showered the essence of symbiotically ecstatic life;
upon my treacherously bereaved soul,

Not the slightest overwhelmed did I feel; even as an endless tornado of glittering gold; landed like a regal prince; right in the heart of my sordidly dilapidated household,

Not the slightest appeased did I feel; even as the most stupendously sweet hives of ebullient honey; timelessly charmed my preposterously cacophonic and truculently scorching throat,

Not the slightest silenced did I feel; even as the magnificently sensuous carpet of voluptuous night; unassailably transited me into wonderfully blissful siesta,

Not the slightest exhilarated did I feel; even as the most impeccably divine fairies descended from the cosmos; to perennially occupy the barren space of my disastrously sagging shoulders,

Not the slightest frolicking did I feel; even as the Omnipotent Sun burgeoned a profound throttle from behind the rain soaked hills; and a cluster of vibrantly innocuous butterflies invited me to dance till times beyond infinite infinity,

Not the slightest intriguing did I feel; even as the most tantalizing of seductresses ecstatically danced in my miserably quavering way,

Not the slightest pragmatic did I feel; even as the most articulately methodical of classrooms; handsomely perpetuated in my tyrannically famished eyes,

Not the slightest adventurous did I feel; even as an unfathomable gorge of fascinating mysticism; enticed me in its ravishingly bountiful belly button; from all sides,

Not the slightest triumphant did I feel; even as every cranny of celestial land on this limitless planet; blessed itself like a royal prince; into the diminutive folds of my clenched fists,
Not the slightest stimulated did I feel; even as every speck of gorgeously titillating beauty on this planet; unrelentingly tickled my flaccid skin with winds of indomitably vibrant desire,

Not the slightest romantic did I feel; even as the regal propensity of exuberant air; compassionately embraced me with eternal rain; on every exhaustedly beleaguered step of mine,

Not the slightest placated did I feel; even as the most scrumptiously fructifying meals on this boundless Universe; ardently waited to kiss my tongue; choosing only me as the sole consumer for countless more births of mine,

Not the slightest enthused did I feel; even as the ingeniously impregnable synchronizations entered my insane brain; rendering me with the insatiable power
to wholesomely metamorphose the complexion of this dastardly earth,

Not the slightest rejuvenated did I feel; even as untamed waterfalls of heavenly prosperity; ubiquitously descended upon my despondently asphyxiated persona,

Not the slightest vivacious did I feel; even as immortal whirlpools of quintessentially emollient breath; bestowed upon me a timeless legacy to exist; celestially transcending all hedonistic pain and pugnacious crime,

Not the slightest eclectic did I feel; even as congenitally inherent artistry copiously exuded from each element of my fantastic demeanor; right since the first time; that I uninhibitedly cried,

Not the slightest tenacious did I feel; even as incomprehensibly inexorable fortresses of unflinching power; left the entire world to be the perpetually scintillating impressions of my nimble stride,

Not the slightest honored did I feel; even as every single bit of imperially aristocratic accomplishment on this gregarious planet; became the immutably perennial jewel of my eyes,

Not the slightest boisterous did I feel; even as an insurmountably relentless mountain of exotic energy; jubilantly crawled into the piquantly intricate network of my veins,

Not the slightest enamored did I feel; even as the entire fabric of philanthropically synergistic harmony on this Omniscient planet; became the revered necklace
of my tireless existence,

Not the slightest certified did I feel; even as the most professionally enviable degrees in this exotic world; unfurled like a pack of vividly rejoicing cards into my outstretched lap,

Not the slightest innovative did I feel; even as the lines of my palms were unbelievably gifted to spawn a river of infinite newness; on every pristinely naked
twig of the tree; that they delicately caressed,

But I would feel the richest man on this gargantuan earth O! Almighty Lord; if you gave me death at her pricelessly sacrosanct feet; made irrefutably sure that I breathed my very last breath perhaps premature; but with her Omnipresent
palms forever intertwined in mine.