All That We Could Do (poem) by Nikhil Parekh

All That We Could Do
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Tuesday, March 15, 2016 Rated "G" by the Author.

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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.