1. GRAVE PROBLEMS
No problems; even if I had to wear the same nonchalantly bedraggled shirt; drape my
chest with its disdainfully torn periphery; as the Sun crept up wonderfully in the sky;
everyday,
No problems; even if I had to eat the same lugubriously lackadaisical chunks of
leftover bread dissolved in gutter water; as the Sun unfurled from the mesmerizing
horizons; everyday,
No problems; even if I had to bathe in the same derogatorily urinated pool of fetidly
castigating water; as the Sun enlightened all colossal Universe; everyday,
No problems; even if I had to interact with the same sleazily manipulative people; to
sustain my parsimonious livelihood; as the Sun brilliantly sprang up in blue sky;
everyday,
No problems; even if I had to answer to the same savagely parasitic devils; as the Sun
unveiled into fantastic vibrancy; everyday,
No problems; even if I had to inhabit the same disdainfully dilapidated lavatory; as
the Sun cast its flamboyantly Omnipotent rays; everyday,
No problems; even if I had to iterate the same malicious abuses to pave my way
amidst torturous ganglords; as the Sun bountifully blossomed into profound radiance;
everyday,
No problems; even if I had to sign the same raunchy registers to perpetuate my boss
to smile; as the Sun gloriously dazzled in the profusely crimson cosmos; everyday,
No problems; even if I had to frequent the same obsoletely ghoulish and scurrilously
crackled roads; as the Sun culminated into a festoon of Omniscient shimmer;
everyday,
No problems; even if I had to work like an unrelentingly uxorious ass for the same
employer; as the Sun fulminated into blazingly overpowering glory; everyday,
No problems; even if I had to adorn the same savagely rusted rings on my nubile
fingers; as the Sun wholeheartedly smiled from the heavens; everyday,
No problems; even if I had to meet the same depravingly dastardly cowards; as the
Sun majestically removed all traumatized agony with its Omnipresent glow; everyday,
2. No problems; even if I had to sleep on the same acrimoniously barren treetops; as
the Sun enchantingly illuminated even the most infinitesimal cranny of mother earth;
everyday,
No problems; even if I had to walk the same number of steps to the remorsefully
sulking corporate office; as the Sun gave birth to new rays of prolifically burgeoning
hope; everyday,
No problems; even if I had to witness the same vindictively abhorrent impediments
in my way; as the Sun beautifully spawned an unfathomable civilization of triumphant
happiness; everyday,
No problems; even if I had to drink water from the same flaccidly flatulent tyre tube;
as the Sun unraveled into an unassailable entrenchment of divine charisma; everyday,
No problems; even if I had to exist with the same venomously truculent and
indiscriminately trampling entities; as the Sun thunderously flamed into everlastingly
heavenly light; everyday,
No problems; even if I had to chant the same treacherously nondescript mantra of
religion to save my scalp; as the Sun bountifully blessed every organism on this earth
one and alike; everyday,
But grave problems; murderously morbid death; salaciously pulverizing bloodshed;
lasciviously infinitesimal nothingness; obsessively maniacal frustration; unforgivably
diabolical devils; torturously lambasting death; O! Almighty Lord,
If my mind couldn’t spawn into an unsurpassable world of newness; if my mind
couldn’t unrelentingly perceive the timelessly mushrooming beauty of this gigantic
Universe; if my mind couldn’t bask in the glory of symbiotically mesmerizing creation
for infinite more births yet to come; not just as the Sun showered its first rays of
optimism from the sky everyday; but every unveiling instant of the night
as well as day.
