Poetry

1. COMPLETE
Even if infinite eyes of mine made a single blind person see; I would consider my life
to be endowed,
Even if infinite ears of mine made a single deaf person hear; I would consider my life
blissfully divine,
Even if infinite legs of mine made a single maimed person run; I would consider my
life higher than the sacrosanct skies,
Even if infinite smiles of mine made a single orphan oblivious to the definition of
pain; I would consider my life richer than all wealth assimilated on this planet,
Even if infinite voices of mine made a single dumb person speak; I would consider
my life to be as celestial as the dancing fairies,
Even if infinite muscles of mine made a single deprived person strong; I would
consider my life in perfect synchronization with the divine master who had created it,
Even if infinite teeth of mine made a single old person scrupulously chew his meals; I
would consider my life achieving the ultimate it had been created for,
Even if infinite hair of mine made a single shivering person regain his warmth; I
would consider my life more tenacious than any storm,
Even if infinite shadows of mine made a single person brutally widowed find a home;
I would consider my life as sacred as the lap of my heavenly mother,
Even if infinite salutes of mine made a single person shamefully slithering on the
ground feel like a king; I would consider my life the most cherished gift wandering on
this Universe,
Even if infinite tears of mine made a single satanic person accept the chapter of
humanity; I would consider my life a beautiful flower whose essence never withers,
Even if infinite fantasies of mine made a single mad person wholesomely blissful; I
would consider my life a paradise on which the angels tread,
Even if infinite tunes of mine made a single lost person remember his impeccable
childhood; I would consider my life more privileged than countless more births
to unveil,

2. Even if infinite droplets of my blood made a single wounded person bounce back to
euphoric life; I would consider my life to be the most treasured gold on this
fathomless earth,
Even if infinite days of mine made a single slaved person see brilliantly infallible
beams of sunlight; I would consider my life in splendid harmony with the marvelous
fruits of mother nature,
Even if infinite kisses of mine made a single lecherous person savor the goodness of
care; I would consider my life bereft of the tiniest of acrimonious thorn,
Even if infinite hearts of mine made a single monotonous person love; I would
consider myself more blessed than the saints meditating for years in obsolete
wilderness,
And if infinite breaths of mine made a single dead person rhapsodically galloping
under the sky and fully alive; I would consider my life more marvelous than
Omnipotent spirit of existence and complete.