She will have to laugh with pungent raptures of melody,
She will have to cry with effusive sobs of unsolicited hysteria,
She will have to nimbly dance to acrobatic leaps of the skipping rope,
She will have to crunch raw slices of blood red radish with arduous zeal,
She will have to walk upright in blistering currents of austere sun god,
She will have to smear her forehead with sacrosanct shades of vermilion,
She will have to adorn her dainty earlobe with jingling chains of white silver,
She will have to bounce with resplendent euphoria at times of felicity,
She will have to kiss the satiny tendrils of fragrant rose at the diffusion of dawn,
She will have to submerge her silhouette in salty waves of the ocean,
She will have to consume cupid mouthfuls of chocolate candy floss,
She will have to knead colossal masses of spongy dough to prepare appetizing sundries,
She will have to emboss mascara on her eyes; shielding them with traditional grace,
She will have to bathe with sheer nostalgia in pelting showers of monsoon rain,
She will have to sing in a voice replicating mesmerizing tunes of the nightingale,
She will have to perspire like a bull; while making indispensable attempts to clean the house,
She will have to break into guffaws of uninhibited laughter; when witnessing an authentic clown,
She will have to pen down enchanting lines of calligraphy; depicting rustic civilizations,
She will have to ride like a professional; on striped bare back of thoroughbred stallion,
She will have to decipher enigmatic puzzles in life; Inevitable for survival,
She will have to sleep like an angel all throughout the perilous night,
She will have to slog in the monotonous light of the diurnal day,
I would excuse her even if she failed to execute all of the above mentioned,
If only she kept herself alive for centuries unprecedented; for me to love on this earth.
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