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Have Hiv/Aids. You Still Live Till The Creator Wants You To.
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Thursday, March 17, 2016    Rated "G" by the Author.
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 If he had been your Brother; then you'd have perhaps mischievously poked at his enchantingly twinkling nose; uninhibitedly cavorting with him through the freshly rain soaked fields of untamed corn, 

 
If he had been your Father; then you'd have perhaps earnestly served him to
the best of your ability; sleeping compassionately close to his blessed heart; conceiving it to be the most invincibly celestial fortress on this fathomlessly enamoring planet, 
 
If he had been your Husband; then you'd have perhaps walked shoulder to shoulder with him in every aspect of symbiotically fragrant existence; miraculously ameliorating the terseness in his temples; with the artistry of your mellifluously heavenly fingers, 
 
If he had been your Neighbor; then you'd have perhaps enlightened every instant of his flabbergasting boredom; with the blazingly unfettered optimism in 
your resplendently innocuous eyes, 
 
If he had been your Uncle; then you'd have perhaps altruistically listened to the experiences of his exhilaratingly intrepid life; convivially sharing supper with him in the darkness of the insidiously sultry night, 
 
If he had been your Teacher; then you'd have perhaps bent in due obeisance to each of his philanthropically eternal commands; trying to imbibe the maximum you could; of his sermons on the chapters of priceless life and humanity, 
 
If he had been your Fan; then you'd have perhaps indefatigably tried to live up to his expectations; everytime you had the opportunity to majestically portray your inimitably iridescent talent to the boundless world, 
 
If he had been your Mentor; then you'd have perhaps worshipped him every unfurling second of the brilliantly streaming day and sensuous night; dedicating every ounce of your magnificent success to his tirelessly sublimating voice, 
 
If he had been your Slave; then you'd have perhaps irrefutably ensured that he got his quintessentially reinvigorating meals of the day; so that he diligently shed every iota of his robust perspiration for you all his life, 
 
If he had been your Shadow; then you'd have perhaps magnanimously allowed
him to snuggle close to your chest in the wilderness of the ruthless night; replenishing his every desire with the unequivocal exuberance in your life, 
 
If he had been your Son; then you'd have perhaps perpetually kept him cuddled in your impregnably unflinching lap; sequestering him from even the most infinitesimal treachery of existence; till the very last breath of your life, 
 
If he had been your Ancestor; then you'd have perhaps tantalized every bone of your lugubriously opprobrious survival; wholesomely enshrouded and enchanted; with the inscrutable tales of his pristine past, 
 
If he had been your Sculptor; then you'd have perhaps cherished each of his treasured moldings; profoundly and intimately in the innermost dormitories of your soul; for times immemorial, 
 
If he had been your Godfather; then you'd have perhaps fervently yearned to
kiss his divinely feet every unleashing instant of ebulliently enthralling existence; perennially assimilate the ideals of his benign life in every ingredient of your crimson blood, 
 
If he had been your Friend; then you'd have perhaps wholeheartedly welcome him with open arms; wanting to be a perpetual element of every of his joy and  inexplicable tribulations, 
 
If he had been your Fiancé; then you'd have perhaps tirelessly dreamt about him a countless days and nights; till the time you didn't forever unite with him; in unassailably sacrosanct connubial bliss, 
 
If he had been your Successor/Kin; then you'd have perhaps spent a limitless moments of your life breathing affably close to him; tirelessly explaining to him the way in which he should disburse your countless millions; after you were veritably dead, 
 
If he had been your Chef; then you'd have perhaps unlimitedly admired the unbelievably incredulous art in his palms; that spell-bindingly evolved the most ravishingly appetizing of delicacies within the ethereal wink of an eye, 
 
But if he wasn't related with you in any manner; then the same Him having HIV/AIDS would have definitely been several ostracized and abused by you; as
you disdainfully discarded him from the fabric of your sanctimonious society
as a sinful untouchable, 
 
Hopelessly failing to realize that there was no "Relation/Religion Tag" needed to bond with another living being of your kind; as the Lord had created everyone alike unconquerably bonded in the religion of humanity; 
 
And whereas he could still survive with HIV/AIDS for a long time till
the Omnipotent Creator wanted him to breathe and even without your support; 
but for disrespecting another of your fellow mate; for criminally disowning one similar to you of the Lord's Omnipresent  living kind; you for one had definitely confirmed an undeniably ghastly place for yourself in the realms of diabolically pulverizing hell; even before you could reach; the end of your impoverished destined time.

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