I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Unconquerable Mountains; with my silhouette towering unflinchingly handsome; even as the most hedonistically extemporizing dinosaurs; lambasted over me left; right and brutal center,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Brilliant Sun; with the uninhibitedly Omnipotent aura radiating from my demeanor; enlightening the lamp of optimistic
hope in every frigidly diminishing household,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Enigmatic Forests; with an unsurpassably euphoric stream of inscrutable excitement; perennially lingering from the whites of my uncannily princely eyes,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Fathomless Cosmos; with the every bit of the celestially spell binding Universe; compassionately titillating and dancing on my pristine fingertips,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Nostalgically Romantic Past; with even the most infinitesimally obsolete cranny of skin rapaciously longing; for the impeccably glorious moments once again; when I was a Godly infant,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Bountifully Burgeoning Paradise; with all that wafting from my immaculately milky persona being nothing else but; the rainbows of everlastingly unfazed success,
I didn't want to lead life as Man of the Effervescently Ticklish Circus; with even the most diminutively nimble bone of my countenance fulminating into an untamed catharsis of impregnably unparalleled laughter,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Redolently Vivacious roses; ubiquitously disseminating the scent of wonderfully egalitarian existence; in every heart and
soul alike,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Opalescently Revolutionary Millennium; metamorphosing even the most evanescent coffin of horrendous despair; with my
unfathomable ocean of brilliantly stupefying inventions,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Blazingly Glamorous Hollywood; with even the most ethereally disappearing of my shadows; being crazily engulfed by winds of glitterati and intransigently unending cynosure,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Amiably Blissful Stars; indefatigably shimmering into a festoon of gloriously heavenly ecstasy; for hours and
centuries galore,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Endlessly Enamoring Dreams; dogmatically unable to do anything; except open the corridors of my brain to inexorably
muse; mesmerize and dream,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Jubilantly Undulating Oceans; unfolding every conceivable minute of my lifetime with the sensuously salty waves; of limitlessly ebullient springiness,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Charismatically Priceless Pearls; enrapturing even the most obfuscated ingredient of my impoverished blood; with the miraculous magic of perpetually grandiloquent Opulence,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Timelessly Fascinating Deserts; unequivocally rolling in the glistening sands; like the most invincibly silken
prince of all times,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Romantically Imprisoning Winds; timidly surrendering even the most inconspicuous iota of my existence to the chapters of
voluptuous bewilderment and love,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Blisteringly Dynamic Future; profusely using the firmament of space age; to mollify even the most infidel of my bodily urge,
I didn't want to lead life as MAN of the Pragmatically Perspicacious Today; holistically confronting each moment of my symbiotically destined life; as it mystically unfurled,
But rather if given a choice and by the blessings of the Lord Almighty; I would indeed want to lead life as man of the current moment; unlimitedly relishing the puff of air ecstatically tingling my nostrils this very moment; making me feel the richest organism on earth alive; not only for this birth of mine but for every birth of mine that the Creator made me to triumphantly sail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem