Poetry

1. AND STILL EXPECT
Could you disastrously empty the sky of its voluptuously crimson clouds; and still
expect it to torrentially shower bountifully blissful droplets of sparkling rain ?
Could you ruthlessly extricate the battlefield of its valiantly patriotic warriors; and still
expect it to bring scintillatingly triumphant freedom for its sacrosanct motherland ?
Could you barbarically pulverize the petals of the gorgeously imperial lotus; and still
expect it to fulminate into a river of unfathomably enchanting scent ?
Could you unabashedly strip the regale Sun of its flamboyantly sizzling rays; and still
expect it to profoundly dazzle into an ocean of unassailably beautiful shine ?
Could you murderously evict the earth of even the most infinitesimal of seed; and still
expect it to salubriously glisten and blossom into the aisles of optimistically
burgeoning prosperity ?
Could you cold-bloodedly snap the wings of the boisterously soaring bird; and still
expect it to exuberantly zip forward in cocoons of jubilantly azure sky and tirelessly
fly high ?
Could you treacherously evaporate every ounce of water in the limitless oceans; and
still expect them to ravishingly undulate into ecstatic waves of rejuvenatingly
thunderous froth ?
Could you devastatingly bury the glittering diamond infinite feet beneath drearily
threadbare mud; and still expect it to unceasingly radiate into a fountain of
mesmerizing golden glimmer ?
Could you mercilessly thrash the poignantly intricate spinal chord of the infant; and
still expect it to unflinchingly gallop towards the skies of eternally triumphant
freedom ?
Could you preposterously chop the rosy stub of tongue in the mouth; and still expect
it to unfurl into the most melodiously spell binding tunes of vivacious existence ?
Could you savagely bombard the silken web into a countless incongruously
debilitating pieces; and still expect the spider to merrily bounce in the corridors
of insatiably uncontrollable ebullience ?
Could you horrendously kill both the celestially compassionate parents; and still
expect the child to timelessly bloom and invincibly smile ?

2. Could you treacherously inundate the entire dwelling with acrimoniously jejune and
prejudiced cockroaches; and still expect the rainbows of irrefutable truth to
unconquerable enlighten; even after the very end of veritable time ?
Could you diabolically suck every iota of blood from the harmonious body; and still
expect it to intrepidly confront every impediment that vindictively confronted
it in its way ?
Could you devilishly maraud the resplendently impeccable whites; and still expect the
eye to diffuse effulgent empathy; vividly sight beyond the contours of beauty and
satiny graciousness ?
Could you viciously pluck even the most diminutive blade of grass from the
everlasting meadow; and still expect the cows to innocuous graze; romantically
philander and exude into cisterns of immaculately divine milk ?
Could you lay a gory battalion of blood-coated thorns in even the most ephemeral of
his path; and still expect the traveler to dance in the winds of perennial exuberance
for times immemorial ?
Could you ruthlessly lambaste the stomach with whiplashes of bizarre emaciation;
and still expect it to indefatigably languish in the entrenchment of gorgeously blessed
replenishment ?
Could you crudely lynch a harmlessly symbiotic organism; and still expect it to
holistically proliferate countless more of its kind; continue God’s chapter of
Omnipotent creation till its very last breath ?
Could you truculently destroy the impregnable foundations of the towering edifice;
and still expect that it relentlessly blazed as the most handsomely highest peak
towards; regally crystalline sky ?
Could you lasciviously deluge the nimbly placid atmosphere with sleazily tantalizing
seductresses; and still expect the impressions of glorious righteousness to reign
supreme; on every step that you resolutely tread ?
Could you dictatorially assassinate every trace of stringent light; and still expect the
pathetically destitute to find the needle from the incomprehensibly colossal
haystack ?
Could you deliberately constipate every glorious constituent of your body; and still
expect to mitigate every fraternity of tumultuously bereaved mankind ?

3. Could you indiscriminately devour an unsurpassable bucket of ghastly needles; and
still expect an aura of unparalleled serenity to linger across your persona; for decades
limitless more to come ?
Could you heinously masticate the one eyed vultures egg; and still expect the bird to
bless you with all marvelously scintillating richness of philanthropically magnanimous
life ?
Could you insanely nail the silken ears with criminally torching iron bars; and still
expect them to effusively decipher even the most mercurial trace of non-existent
sound ?
Could you grow a desert of penalizingly serrated cactus in your backyard; and still
expect to witness exotically pristine angels to spawn at even the most evanescent
unveiling of ingratiatingly velvety dawn ?
Could you lethally maim the legs of the withering old man; and still expect him to
victoriously transcend past the barriers of the 1000 M; marathon race ?
Could you baselessly terrorize the sordidly trembling and orphaned urchin; and still
expect fireballs of inexorably unending love to euphorically leap from every
conceivable element of his hapless countenance ?
Could you ominously shatter the mirror into boundless bits of obsolete fragments;
and still expect it to irrevocably portray the most candid reflection that darted from
your dastardly persona ?
Could you unimaginably cut all fingers with the nondescript farmaxe; and still expect
the palm to unravel every unleashing instant of the day; into an compassionately
overflowing barrage of stupendously raw artistry ?
Could you wildly run without a cloth on your body abreast the busy traffic street; and
still expect the most eclectic accolades of civilized culture to be bestowed upon you;
till the earth lived and countless births beyond your time ?
Could you vanquish every compassionate draught of air that cascaded from the
nostril; and still expect the heavens of passionately pulsating life to flower into
the mists of fantastically unending desire ?
And Could you tyrannically strip life of the immortal love it throbbed every minute
for; and still expect it to become the most pricelessly prosperous; aristocratically rise
above every other entity on this gargantuan Universe and ardently survive ?