The color of her impeccably radiant eyes had already
formed in the womb; with even the most intricately
poignant of their shades having taken irrefutably
consolidated proportions,
All that we could do was profusely embellish them with
the astronomical beauty of this gargantuan Universe;
inculcating in them profound empathy towards the
religion of humanity….


The shape of her immaculately divine fingers had
already formed in the womb; with even the most
infinitesimal of nails sprouting up holistically from
the nimble edges,
All that we could do was poignantly paint them with
the stupendous charisma of this spell binding
Universe; impregnate in them the solidarity to
confront even the most acrimonious of impediments that
dared come their way…..

The contours of her amiably princely lips had already
formed in the womb; with even the most capriciously
evanescent tinges of red piquantly reflecting at her
innocuous birth,
All that we could do was indefatigably make them
smile; triumphantly caress all bountifully heavenly
goodness; that sumptuously encapsulated the enchanting
atmosphere…..

The pristine curvatures of her resplendent feet had
already formed in the womb; with even the most
sensitively pointed of her toes taking wholesome
proportions,
All that we could do was Omnisciently maneuver them
towards the path of scintillating righteousness;
teaching her to traverse shoulder to shoulder; with
all mankind; one and ubiquitously alike…..

The complexion of her robustly blossoming skin had
already formed in the womb; with even the most
inconspicuously enamoring of her dimples glistening
like fireballs of the Sun; as the emanated her first
breath,
All that we could do was perpetually ensure that it
remained untainted like that for times immemorial;
timelessly enshroud her cheeks with all gregarious
benevolence that uninhibitedly floated in the
atmosphere….

The cadence of her emphatically unblemished voice had
already formed in the womb; with even the most
incoherently inherent of her expressions magically
visible; as she winked open her eyes to salvage the
first sights of this planet,
All that we could do was pragmatically teach her to
use it for philanthropic humanity; disseminate its
ingratiatingly vibrant melody; to each quarter of this
Universe enveloped with bizarre solitude….

The trajectory of her immaculately godly ears had
already formed in the womb; with even the most
inaudible nerves of her lobes; miraculously visible as
she gyrated in her cradle to the first sounds of this
globe,
All that we could do was perennially ensure that even
the slightest trace of diabolism stayed infinite
kilometers from her impeccable visage; and all that
she could ever hear was the tunes of beautifully
egalitarian mankind….

The lines on her Omnipresently innocent palms had
already formed in the womb; with even the most
ethereal insinuations in her life explicitly
highlighted; as she ecstatically bounced in the lap of
her grandmother,
All that we could do was celestially drift her towards
the lanes of unprejudiced righteousness; evolve her
into being the ultimate messiah of all disastrously
anguished humanity….

And the rhythm of her heavenly heartbeats had already
formed in the womb; with even the most tiny
palpitations of her chest throbbing with effervescent
intensity; as she diffused her very first breath,
All that we could do was unassailably embody them with
the spirit of immortal love; unequivocally ensure that
they coalesced with nothing else but sparkling truth
till the time they lived; and even countless births
that they exuberantly took life once again;
thereafter….




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.