The document expresses that the author may forget many wonderful things if not experienced for too long, such as the sounds of nature, feelings, victories, and humanity's goodness. However, the author states that they can never forget their mother's womb, which was like God's compassion, even after death. The womb's compassion cannot be disowned and will be remembered for infinite lives and deaths to come.

1. CAN NEVER EVER FORGET
I might perhaps forget even the most sensuously untamed feel of raindrops; if they
don’t cascade from fathomless sky; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most mellifluously mystical voice of the nightingale;
if she doesn’t diffuse sound from her throat; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most fantastically unbridled royalty of the lion; if he
doesn’t uninhibitedly growl in the jungles; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most Omnipotently brilliant light of the Sun; if it
doesn’t blaze from behind the ominously treacherous clouds; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most poignantly coalescing frostiness of the
wave; if it doesn’t kiss the pristinely blissful shores; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most triumphantly unfettered redolence of the rose;
if it doesn’t profoundly blossom from the infinitesimally ethereal bud; for far too
long,
I might perhaps forget even the most altruistically philanthropic of humanity; if it
doesn’t embrace the innermost dormitories of my soul; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most indomitably undaunted victory; if it
doesn’t unfurl infront of the whites of my impeccable eyes; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most perpetually emollient paradise; if it
doesn’t engulf a diminutive speck of the planet; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most salubriously robust fruit; if it doesn’t perpetuate
into the ghastily emaciated walls of my stomach, for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most resplendently jubilant of star; if it doesn’t
celestially twinkle in the aristocratically crystal blue carpet of sky; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most unassailably unparalleled voice of truth; if it
doesn’t transcend the mortuaries of sacrilegiously threadbare lies; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most effulgently mitigating of sensuousness; if it
doesn’t enshroud every conceivable pore of my drearily lambasted skin; for far too
long,
I might perhaps forget even the most quintessentially burgeoning waterfalls;

2. if they don’t cascade down the handsome mountains; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most victoriously unfettered destiny lines;
if they don’t inhabit the lap of my dreadfully diminishing palms; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most brilliantly unadulterated winds of honesty; if
they don’t wholesomely massacre every trifle of parasitically rancid corruption;
for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most Omnisciently life-yielding breaths; if they don’t
miraculously rejuvenate fresh life into my haplessly amorphous veins; for far too
long,
I might perhaps forget even the most Immortally uniting of heartbeats; if they don’t
eviscerate me from the coffins of salaciously pulverizing betrayal; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most fabulously scintillating of diamonds; if they
don’t glitter into charismatically impregnable glory; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most pricelessly unconquerable anecdotes of
innocence; if they don’t unflinchingly tower above the cold-bloodedly rampaging
devil; for far too long,
I might perhaps forget even the most saliently symbiotic rudiments of existence; if
they don’t fearlessly tower above deliriously decrepit depression; for far too long,
But I can never ever forget your Omnipresently Godly womb O! Mother for an
infinite more lives of mine; can never ever disown its undefeated compassion for an
infinite more deaths even after the chapter of my survival had veritably ended; even
after I had renounced every speck of my physical form and died