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Train your mind in such a way; that whenever it
fantasized; it was only a river of altruistically
ameliorating goodness; effulgently basking in the
amazingly panoramic colors of living kind,
Train your hands in such a way; that whenever they
rose; it was only for invincibly defending every
fraternity of humanity; and even after they sunk an
infinite feet beneath their morbid graves,
Train your lips in such a way; that whenever they
handsomely stretched; it was only for disseminating a
wave of eternally fructifying happiness; in every
dolorously usurped ingredient of the tyrannized
atmosphere,
Train your feet in such a way; that whenever they
traversed; it was only for pulverizing even the most
infinitesimal trace of parasitic diabolism; with the
scepter of blazingly unparalleled righteousness,
Train your stomach in such a way; that whenever it
growled; it was only for consuming the propitiously
plentiful fruits of everlastingly proliferating mother
nature; without shedding a droplet of
cannibalistically macabre blood,
Train your eyes in such a way; that whenever they
opened; it was only for sighting God's incredulously
eclectic beauty of creation; gregariously empathizing
with every symbiotically breathing living being;
celestially alike,
Train your fingers in such a way; that whenever they
wrote; it was only the message or irrefutably
unconquerable truth; the message of priceless
togetherness which touched the hearts of one and all
alike,
Train your tongue in such a way; that whenever it
unfurled; it was only for singing in holistic synergy
with the countless tunes of the timelessly blessing
atmosphere; mollifying even the most traumatized of
agony with unbelievably ecstatic melody,
Train your shoulders in such a way; that whenever they
hoisted; it was only for mitigating boundless
devastated urchins from the corpses of hedonistic
slavery; to the paradise of compassionately unceasing
oneness,
Train your conscience in such a way; that whenever it
whispered; it was only for immortalizing the heaven of
truth; without the tiniest innuendo of devilishly
decrepit guilt,
Train your eyelashes in such a way; that whenever they
winked; it was only for cavorting with their
innocuously pristine counterparts; in perfect tandem
with the vivaciously shimmering rays of the
Omnipotently orange Sun,
Train your shadow in such a way; that whenever it
wafted; it was only for providing unsurpassably
bounteous reprieve to the drearily lambasted traveler;
for magically restoring the equanimity of lugubriously
estranged mankind,
Train your eyebrows in such a way; that whenever they
danced; it was only for profoundly enlightening
several besieged with gorily cancerous disease; amuse
the tawdrily fretting corridors of monotony to the
most unprecedented limits,
Train your ears in such a way; that whenever they
sprang; it was only for imbibing the tunes of
brilliantly victorious unity; synergistically
assimilating every speck of coalescing consanguinity
on this earth around,
Train your bones in such a way; that whenever they
itched; it was only for endlessly preserving the
majestically unfathomable treasures of Lord's
creation; for bonding into a mountain of insuperably
philanthropic friendship,
Train your soul in such a way; that whenever it
yearned; it was only for being insurmountably
magnetized by the exhilaration of sacrosanct
existence; culminating into a wind of eternal
freshness even after veritable death,
Train your throat in such a way; that whenever it
wailed; it was only for beautifully slurping the mists
of tantalizing sensuousness; which would keep it
magnificently young even as its burial in the
dastardly grave,
Train your nostrils in such a way; that whenever they
exhaled; it was only for perpetuating a sky of
unflinchingly patriotic camaraderie; in every speck of
ghastily barren space on this lecherously
deteriorating globe,
But leave the emollient beats of your passionate heart
perpetually free; for if you trained them they would
learn to manipulate and cheat; while freedom would
allow them to spread love; love and only immortal
love; as fathomlessly as the Creator had created them
to be…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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