Clean Bowled Poem by Nikhil Parekh

It was the poignantly unparalleled empathy in your divinely eyes; that clean bowled the stumps of lecherously coldblooded insanity; in my miserably disoriented life,

It was the resplendently symbiotic flavor of your unconquerable lips; that clean bowled the stumps of manipulatively baseless prejudice; in my diminutively forlorn life,

It was the effulgently humanitarian caress of your Omnipotent palms; that clean bowled the stumps of sacrilegiously victimizing greed; in my inconspicuously staggering life,

It was the ubiquitously heavenly artistry of your blissful fingers; that clean bowled the stumps of maniacally debauch monotony; in my penuriously truncated life,

It was the mischievously pristine flap of your Omniscient ears; that clean bowled the stumps of morbidly contaminated remorsefulness; in my disastrously bedlam life,

It was the unassailably priceless bloodstreams in your perennial veins; that clean bowled the stumps of sanctimoniously crippling artificiality; in my sinfully extinguishing life,

It was the triumphantly righteous swirl of your Omnipresent feet; that clean
bowled the stumps of tawdrily asphyxiating corruption; in my impoverishedly livid life,

It was the inimitably mollifying enthrallment in your eternal voice; that clean bowled the stumps of vindictively insidious desperation; in my threadbarely evanescent life,

It was the unsurpassably compassionate ardor of your undefeated persona; that clean bowled the stumps of lethally wastrel nothingness; in my raunchily deteriorating life,

It was the unbelievably philanthropic devotion of your sacred soul; that clean bowled the stumps of tyrannically venomous deliriousness; in my waywardly idiosyncratic life,

It was the universally affable scent of your truthful perspiration; that clean bowled the stumps of pathetically isolated laziness; in my frigidly contemptuous life,

It was the unflinchingly fearless shadow of your impeccable ideals; that clean bowled the stumps of vituperatively slinking cowardliness; in my thoughtlessly recoiling life,

It was the magically eclectic power of your unshakable shoulders; that clean bowled the stumps of mundanely decrepit depression; in my sadistically cannibalistic life,
It was the inexhaustibly infallible utopia of your victorious creation; that clean bowled the stumps of ignominiously impeding infertility; in my criminally nonchalant life,

It was the miraculously symbiotic essence of your insuperable shadow; that clean bowled the stumps of penalizingly pulverizing confinement; in my ethereally solitary life,

It was the timelessly healing melody of your unbreakable grip; that clean bowled the stumps of carnivorously crippling lies; in my transiently feckless life,

It was the gloriously majestic truth of your unbridled conscience; that clean bowled the stumps of satanically sinister lies; in my despondently delinquent life,

It was the perennially life-yielding fire of your indomitable breath; that clean bowled the stumps of disparagingly meaningless death; in my lugubriously quagmire life,

And it was the immortally bonding love of your royal heart; that clean bowled the stumps of maliciously strangulating betrayal; in my despairingly egregious
and truculently tortured life.