Rewriting history with poems of Immortal Love…
Without it; the entire planet would solely disseminate the fragrance of heavenly
compassion; once again bonding into an ocean of mystically symbiotic sharing; just like
when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would perpetually master the act of bountiful sharing; once
again lending its shoulder to its fellow beings at every stage of inexplicable existence;
just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would blossom into the most mesmerizing cistern of peace;
once again enchantingly whispering the tunes of ubiquitous harmony; just like when the
Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would metamorphose each ounce of ghastly bloodshed into
unflinching togetherness; once again embracing the mantra of oneness in the breath; just
like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would miraculously coalesce into solely the religion of
humanity; once again forgetting every gory discrimination; just like when the Lord had
freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would commence to sing the magical tunes of love at first
sight; once again romancing in the aisles of unbridled desire each instant of destined life;
just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would celebrate each living second that unleashed as the
most Omnipotent panacea of success; once again living like a king till death chokes; just
like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would commemorate death as the ultimate fruition of every
existence; once again replenishing the spiritual center to the core; just like when the Lord
had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would understand the greatest achievement lay in selflessly
serving all fraternities and forms of humanity; once again tracing its quintessentially
sacred roots; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would realize that benevolent deeds and not baseless power
could attain heaven; once again inexhaustibly striving to uplift impoverished humanity;
just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would irrevocably dissolve all its arrogance into a pool of
humanitarian humility; once again assimilating true independence in each of its robust
veins; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would let nature uninhibitedly spawn in delectable unison
with every of their zealous step; once again seeking invincible refuge in the lap of mother
earth; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would patronize the impregnable spirit of live and let live;
once again speaking only the dialect of spellbindingly united companionship; just like
when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would resemble a virgin island of untainted faith and
meditation; once again lost in the unparalleled fervor to seek the divine; just like when
the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would believe in only one Creator who untiringly taught the
religion of humanity to one and all; once again simplifying the true elixir to blissfully
survive; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would truly imbibe that honesty is the ultimate scepter of all
righteousness; once again cleansing the soul like that of a newborn child; just like when
the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would tolerate each human for what they were and not for
what they couldn’t be; once again stretching its feet only till its quota of allotted space on
the venerated soil; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would replace every non-existent corpse of terrorism and
revenge with the sky of infallible brotherhood; once again following each perpetual cry
of the heart; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Therefore if I had the entire of it; where ‘it = each bit of murderous money squandering
on this earth’; I wouldn’t waste an instant pondering further; but would burn it
immediately into wisps of livid nothingness---so that every line written as above
triumphantly leapt from these sheets of mundane paper; to rewrite the chapters of history
once again with the poems of immortal love….
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