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True History Shall Forever Be Created
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Sunday, March 20, 2016    Rated "G" by the Author.
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 No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most ferociously untamed battlefield; where a zillion unflinchingly brave soldiers; were ready to shed their lives anytime for their motherland, 

 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of the tumultuously rattling earthquakes; which wholesomely changed the topography of this earth; with mountains and ferocious seas suddenly arising out of sheer nothingness, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most revolutionary charged elections; which promised to dramatize the abysmally dwindling political scenario, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even at the ultimate summit of Mount Everest; with living bodies entirely naked; infallibly greeting the very first rays of royal dawn, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as your past; present and future were foretold; as accurately as the god's had written it; by someone whom you were meeting for the first time in your impoverished life, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as paradise engulfed every cranny of this devastated earth today; with even the most infinitesimal monument of misery transforming itself into a sky of eternal happiness, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of romantically stormy sea; wherein each wave carried the innermost fantasy of your soul; to perennially unite with the seductively enamoring moonlight, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as it torrentially rained for endless number of nights and days; when there was just nothing else but water; to eat; breathe; sleep and exist for every organism alive, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as unparalleled gigantic Dinosaurs ruled this earth; irrefutably perpetuating their supremacy to every perceivable cranny on the globe; nonchalantly pulverizing whosoever who dared came their way; to insipid fragments of ash, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as man reached every existing planet in the cosmos; making full and judicious use of technology; and thereby spuriously  feeling as if he were just next to God, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as spiritual leaders unstoppably recited the sacrosanct religious books of every religion on earth; sermonizing the verses of God to fathomless living and dead on the planet, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as every single tree on this earth was ruthlessly felled by bawdily corrupt man; to erect unceasing jungles of corporate concrete upon the foundations of innocent natural life, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most apocalyptic volcanoes; when countless territories of land and innocent man; evaporated into ludicrous oblivion; under the fury of vindictively unabashed lava, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as devilishly nomadic man; beheaded innumerable live children; sacrilegiously placing their impeccable scalps infront of the deity; in order to immortalize himself with the fabric of life, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as every mirror on the trajectory of this Universe shattered into a billion pieces; as soon as you held it infront of your face; lividly demonstrating yourself to be the most venerated superpower on planet divine, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as man sadistically sold even the carcasses of his century old and dead ancestors; digging their tombs to feed their bones and skull to the monstrously growling; witches and pigs, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as countless women unthinkably plunged themselves into burning pyres soon after their husbands; embracing voluntarily barbarous death in honor of their soul mates who were no longer alive, 
 
No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as human being articulately maneuvered the nexus of almost everything in this commercial planet; on a singleton minuscule computer microchip, 
 
Sadly, whereas it miserably failed to create the slightest in any of the above. True History was; is and shall forever be created everytime you gave the tiniest beat of your heart to others; everytime you melanged with the humanitarian spirit to survive; everytime you tried to altruistically unite the entire planet into the religion of
oneness; everytime you fell in love.

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