Those Who Embrace Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Those who embrace exuberantly sparkling happiness,
Inevitably have to accept deplorably despicable sadness; ooze tears of inexplicable sorrow; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace vibrantly optimistic beams of bright light,
Inevitably have to accept bizarre blackness; dungeons of horrific despair; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace voluptuously exotic fragrance,
Inevitably have to accept the corridors of disdainful odor; the tyranny of fetidly ghastly scent; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace formidable webs of profoundly glowing health,
Inevitably have to accept the storms of disgustingly decaying disease; wither weak in tumultuous pain; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace unfathomable opulence; overwhelmed with an ocean of golden coin,
Inevitably have to accept stark poverty; take the chill of the murderously chilly night on their barren chests; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace cloudbursts of compassionate warmth,
Inevitably have to accept satanic nakedness; shiver uncontrollably beneath avalanches of diabolical ice; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace stupendously charismatic beauty,
Inevitably have to accept ludicrous ugliness; get deluged by a gory entrenchment of devilish looks; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace intriguingly glorious dawn,
Inevitably have to accept the gloominess of midnight; the sinister attack of frantic desperation; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace unprecedented realms of ultimate victory,
Inevitably have to accept pathetic defeat; slither in miserable hopelessness towards oblivion; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace incredulously enthralling melody,
Inevitably have to accept a prison of cacophonic croaking; savagely inundate their souls with incoherently pugnacious voice; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace unsurpassable fireballs of ambition,
Inevitably have to accept treacherous helplessness; march on a blanket of insidiously cold blooded snakes; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace impregnable tornadoes of Herculean power,
Inevitably have to accept appalling deterioration; reducing to grotesque skeletons of their pompous self; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace tantalizing morsels of appetizing food each hour,
Inevitably have to accept obdurate stones; a fountain of deceptively acrimonious thorns; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace perpetual walls of security like a prince,
Inevitably have to accept uncouth bloodbaths; indiscriminate anecdotes of barbarism; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace caverns of immaculately shimmering perfection,
Inevitably have to accept glaring goofups; stumble ridiculously from the absolute summit; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace passionately dear ones,
Inevitably have to accept devastating partition; a feeling of being split into an infinite pieces; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace unfathomably startling grandeur,
Inevitably have to accept infinitesimally threadbare reality; lick the dust of the manipulative streets; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace mesmerizing serenity and calm,
Inevitably have to accept a conglomerate of irascible mosquitoes; get stung by the hideous hooded scorpion; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace aristocratically glittering stardom,
Inevitably have to accept a mass rejection; sighting their reflection in inconspicuous spit; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace the clouds of uninhibited freedom,
Inevitably have to accept rusty shackles of incarceration; spending countless hours beneath the roof of gory jail; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace a beehive of exhilarating sweetness,
Inevitably have to accept ignominious criticism; rot in the river of utter bitterness; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace celestially medieval sainthood,
Inevitably have to accept the lechery of this conventional society; the whiplashes of perilously commercial reality; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace insurmountably poetic softness,
Inevitably have to accept the cannibalistic maelstrom of business; blend with horrendous rules and spurious regulations; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace divinely ideals of irrefutable truth,
Inevitably have to accept a pugnacious battlefield of condemnable lies; get slapped by traumatic racism; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace impeccable cleanliness at each step they tread,
Inevitably have to accept derogatory bruises; gutters indefatigably overflowing with filth; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace vivacious spurts of unequivocal enthusiasm,
Inevitably have to accept insane dullness; the daggerheads of strangulating boredom; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace spellbinding festoons of magical tricks,
Inevitably have to accept mundane stock markets; wade through the ominously precarious marshes; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace unrelenting philandering through the captivatingly moonlit hills,
Inevitably have to accept the invidiously sinking sands of the deserts; the marshy swamps laden with menacing crocodiles; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace fabulous childhood in the lap of their mother,
Inevitably have to accept the brashness of the dastardly society; tremendous ostracism from rigid sects; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace whirlwind speeds at every turn they negotiate,
Inevitably have to accept the hindside of the tortoise; completely crippling muteness; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace dizzy heights of success since first cry of birth,
Inevitably have to accept a mountain of mock failures; the wailing ashes of shameful defeat; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace waterfalls of thunderous excitement,
Inevitably have to accept dwindling energy; a famished cry of relinquishing desire; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace the realms of poignantly holy marriage,
Inevitably have to accept painful separation from their beloved; die a boundless death each instant while still living; at some stage of their lives.

Those who embrace robustly enchanting life,
Inevitably have to accept the perils of veritable death; resting in perpetual silence at some stage beneath the ghastly metal of their morbid grave.

But those who embrace love at each word they utter; at each foot they alight,
Inevitably have to accept only love; love and immortal love; till the time God commands them to live; and even centuries after when their perennial spirits
continue to exist; although they quit breath and die