Poetry

1. THE POWER OF MY MOTHER’S MILK
I might have consumed just an infinitesimal pint of it when I was an impeccably
oblivious infant; hardly acclimatizing my taste buds with its eternal fragrance,
I might have consumed just a diminutive fraction of it when I was an innocuously
inarticulate infant; hardly allowing it to blend with my freshly formed streams of
crimson blood,
I might have consumed just a mercurial sip of it when I was a pristinely princely
infant; hardly allowing its Omnipotently heavenly goodness to settle in the corners of
my discovering mouth,
I might have consumed just a parsimonious rivulet of it when I was an incongruously
disheveled infant; hardly letting its miraculously insuperable iridescence pacify my
remorsefully traumatized thirst,
I might have consumed just an evanescent pinch of it when I was an incoherently
unruly infant; hardly absorbing its everlastingly mesmerizing goodness in
the corners of my miserably asphyxiating throat,
I might have consumed just an ethereal speck of it when I was an inconspicuously
measly infant; hardly feasting on its impregnably heavenly aura; to my tiny heart’s
content,
I might have consumed just a fleeting bead of it when I was a fretfully wailing infant;
hardly savoring its astronomical majesty with my crusts of minutely formed fresh
teeth,
I might have consumed just a fugitive stream of it when I was a incessantly
screeching infant; hardly realizing the spirit of Omnipresently egalitarian humanity;
handsomely embedded in it,
I might have consumed just a disappearing mist of it when I was an incoherently
feckless infant; hardly aware of its invincibly healing touch; as I all I did was sleep all
day and moonless night,
I might have consumed just an insipid globule of it when I was an indefatigably
crying infant; hardly gulping it even a trifle of it properly down
my teeny-weeny throat,
I might have consumed just a transient molehill of it when I was an ungainly staring
infant; hardly bothered about its unconquerable nutritional value; as all that
mattered to me was my toy cradle; toys and sleep,

2. I might have consumed just an ephemeral amount of it when I was an illiterately
uncivilized infant; hardly envisaging the perennial armor of unflinching tenaciousness
that it would enshroud me with; once it coalesced perfectly with my blood,
I might have consumed just a non-existent pinch of it when I was a ludicrously
squealing infant; hardly comprehending the Omnipotent compassion behind its
dribbling towards my toddler lips,
I might have consumed just an invisible follicle of it when I was a preposterously
unsuspecting infant; hardly placating the disastrously emaciated bowels of my tiny
stomach with its gloriously godly flavor,
I might have consumed just a minuscule shadow of it when I was a discordantly
groaning infant; hardly allowing its Omnipresent charisma to percolate through
my severely teething gums,
I might have consumed just a trailing gulp of it when I was a frantically searching
infant; hardly feeling its regally marvelous goodness; enriching every pore of my
newborn slimly skin,
I might have consumed just a vanishing potion of it when I was a haughtily pampered
infant; hardly imbibing its timelessly blossoming resplendence; as I uncontrollably
kicked every conceivable object in vicinity; with my miniature feet,
I might have consumed just a passing cascade of it when I was a quietly snoring
infant; hardly having the sense to appreciate its magically formidable and euphorically
endless tenacity,
O! Yes, I might have consumed just a fleeting fraction of it when I was an
incoherently trembling infant; hardly feeling it as it timelessly blessed every
aspect of my existence; for infinite births more of mine,
But just that diminutive droplet of it; just that unnoticeable speck of it which I had
unknowingly consumed; was enough for me to metamorphose the complexion of
this estranged earth once again into a paradise; was enough for me to tower like the
inferno of inimitably blazing truth for times immemorial; was enough for me to
altruistically live and let live for a countless more heavenly lifetimes,
Such pricelessly immortal was the indomitable power of my; eternal mother’s milk.