I might have augmented in physical proportions tumultuously; towering like a giant from above chunks of infinitesimally threadbare soil,
I might have evolved a bombastically aristocratic slang; emanating the most prudently sagacious sounds from my large mouth; every time I got an opportunity to speak,
I might have encapsulated even the most minuscule cranny of my body in robes of grandiloquently ostentatious silk; majestically cascading like a prince through the lanes of irrefutably sparkling fame,
I might have escalated to the zenith of scintillating prosperity; suckling opulent wine and breathing oligarchic cigar smoke; blending with sumptuous cuisines of high society,
But for my eternally sacrosanct Mother I would forever remain her innocuously wailing infant; witnessing the alien world from her compassionately sequestering
eyes; forever remain as her immortal child.
1.
I might have unassailably conquered many a treacherous army; with the overwhelming essence of patriotism; blissfully bequeathed upon me; by Lord Almighty,
I might have catapulted to the marvelously invincible mountaintop; bereft of the most inconspicuous of scaffolding or support,
I might have astoundingly discovered an unfathomable reservoir of newness; as I tread with profusely unending exuberance on every enchanting step,
I might have unfurled into an unsurpassably enamoring festoon of stupendous vivaciousness; as I danced in the uninhibitedly untamed spirit of adulthood; under
the tantalizingly pelting droplets of golden rain,
But for my adorably impregnable Mother; I would forever remain her impeccable baby huddled perpetually close to her warm chest; being nourished with the
godly air in her lungs; forever remain as her immortal child.
2.
I might have rhetorically mastered the painstaking art of surviving in desolate solitude; ardently staring for hours immemorial; towards the blanket of resplendently twinkling stars,
I might have ebulliently gallivanted towards the corridors of unequivocally glittering success; profoundly basking in the insatiably fragrant glory of timeless existence,
I might have unconquerably kissed the lanes of overwhelming fame; being showered upon with an award of every conceivable denomination for my poetic artistry; by the grace of Almighty God,
I might have bloomed into a perennial flower of philanthropic mankind; disseminating the fragrance of humanity to the most fathomless quarters of this
colossally mesmerizing Universe,
But for my Omnisciently divine Mother; I would forever remain her bundle of freshly delivered rhapsody; impeccably embracing her lips with my tiny hands; forever remain her immortal child.
3.
I might have magnificently placated countless dolorously dreary organisms in the atmosphere; with the mystically resplendent cadence in my poignant voice,
I might have unflinching confronted the most truculently acrimonious of disaster; without a single wink of my incredulously blazing eyes,
I might have got royally ingratiating artistry melodiously embedded in every core of my impoverished countenance; encompassing all panoramic beauty of this Universe; in the canvas of my enlightening soul,
I might have celestially procreated immaculate progeny of my own; succeeding in my pricelessly virile endeavors of continuing God's glorious chapters of harmonious creation,
But for my bountifully beautiful Mother; I would forever remain her mischievously frolicking child; the sole deity which she had harnessed with her very own flesh and blood; forever remain her immortal child.
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