Till The Time He Commanded Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would dance; please the entire world incessantly with his tantalizingly swishing movement,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would speak; pacifying the infinite myths of people existing on this globe; with the prudent essence of his knowledge,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would write; inundating boundless number of blank paper with exquisite literature,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would sight; admiring all the mesmerizing beauty that was prevailing and embedded on this planet,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would perspire; working all day under the sweltering Sun; running for countless kilometers on the trot in heart
of the gruesomely chilly night,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would love; flooding every part of the still atmosphere with the poignant fire of his romance,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would sleep; relishing the blissful calm of the breeze; the mystical enchantment of the prolifically star studded darkness,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would valiantly fight; shedding his blood without the slightest of hesitation for the sake of his sacrosanct motherland,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would smile; impart the essence of equality and unbiased brotherhood to as far and wide as possible amongst tangible mankind,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would bathe; drenching every pore of his skin with supremely ravishing water; splashing tons of it around in ecstatic frolic on little children,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would sing; captivating this monotonously strangulated world with the delectable cadence in his voice,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would run; conquering impregnable milestones at every single step he took; wave the flag of amicable victory on each chunk of visible soil,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would dig; building a dwelling for himself as well as for all those who wandered in inexplicable affliction without a roof under the colossal sky,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would joke; making overwhelmingly sad people laugh with his astoundingly hilarious and comic banter,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would earn; assimilating the entire wealth that could ever have existed on land; disseminating it judiciously amongst people who badly needed it to resurrect their lives,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would yawn; relaxing on the lush green meadows in due admiration of the Sun God; reciting a flurry of vivid tales to mercilessly orphaned children starving to loneliness without their parents,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would exotically dream; perceiving the most wonderful objects which he had evolved; the unsurpassably beautiful garden which he had spawned for human kind to live and enjoy,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would thunderously cry; sharing the grief of others with a sense of equality; providing his shoulder for them to lean upon in their time of unprecedented distress,

And till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would placidly live; inhaling in air every unfurling second; trying his Herculean best to maintain this planet of his as the ultimate paradise; trying his best to metamorphose all the evil hovering into a
fantasy that he the 'Creator' would really cherish; a fantasy that God had given birth to this molecule of his; to wholesomely satisfy.