Don't worry
Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be blind;
depriving you of indispensable blankets of blissful
sight,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an
extraordinary prowess of hearing; making you discern
even the most sensitive sounds in the atmosphere;
which your sighted counterparts had not the slightest
of ability to ever conceive….
Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be deaf; divesting
you of the most miraculous tenacity to intricately
hear,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an
astronomical virtue of hawk sight; engendering you to
witness even the most distortedly bleary images
floating in voluptuous space; which your mates with
perfect ears; had not the slightest of ability to ever
perceive…
Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be dumb;
irrevocably refraining you to utter even the most
inconspicuously infinitesimal sound,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an
unfathomably delightful virtue of expression;
propelling you to magnificently divulge the inner most
feelings of your heart; which your supremely tongued
compatriots; had not the slightest of ability to ever
imagine….
Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be maim; acridly
crippled to the ground; without even the most
minuscule of support to march on your own feet,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with the
winds of profusely marvelous artistry; which your
celestially fingered and fleet footed fellow beings;
had not the slightest of ability to ever dream about….
Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be
incomprehensibly weak; triggering you to collapse
towards the soil every time you tried to get up;
afflicted with inexplicable disease all over the blood
in your impoverished body,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with
ingratiating philosophy and an astoundingly

overwhelming tenacity to face the most mightiest of
enemies; which your robustly complexioned mates; had
not the slightest of ability to ever fantasize….
Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be horrendously
black; coating your entire diminutive countenance with
a dungeon of hideous darkness,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an
incredulously augmenting wave of uninhibited
compassion; which your frigidly snow white mates; had
not the slightest of ability to ever posses….
Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be pathetically
tiny; with every entity that traversed by your side;
looming like an untamed giant over your ludicrously
stooping shoulders,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with a
lion hearted chest to face the most treacherous of
catastrophe that descended from the cosmos; which your
belligerently towering and pistol clad friends; had
not the slightest of ability to stand upto….
Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be illiterate;
swooning ridiculously towards obdurate soil; the
instant you heard an obsoletely alien accent lingering
around,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with the
intransigent rudiments of unity; peace and irrefutable
truth; which your bombastically stylish and
manipulatively corporate city counterparts; had not
the slightest of ability to ever inculcate….
And Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be poor;
penuriously surviving each day of your unsurpassably
marathon life; sporadically blending with sleazy
drawers of threadbare dust,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with the
immortal island of love as you passionately throbbed
till beyond the island of tantalizing eternity; which
your stinkingly rich and opulently glamorous
companions; had not the slightest of ability to ever
belong to…

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