1 God – Poems on God , Creator – Volume 4 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

56. PRICELESSLY EQUAL

Neither were you more extravagantly fairer than me; neither were you more pathetically weaker than the most lugubriously dwindling bone down my spine,

Neither were you more bountifully truthful than me; neither were you more disastrously lying than most salaciously perverted ingredient of my blood,

Neither were you more blazingly dynamic than me; neither were you more dolorously cowardly than the most grotesquely ribald germs of fear in my stagnating brain,

Neither were you more eclectically brilliant than me; neither were you more shamefully dwindling than the most asphyxiated corpse of hopelessness in my shriveled persona,

Neither were you more unflinchingly triumphant than me; neither were you more bawdily defeated than the most forlornly crippling of my failures,

Neither were you more effulgently passionate than me; neither were you more treacherously stagnating than the most decaying figment of meaninglessness in my decrepit body,

Neither were you more resplendently surreal than me; neither were you more satanically monotonous than the most lecherously deteriorating of my corporate profiles,

Neither were you more ingeniously evolving than me; neither were you more redundantly parasitic than the most viciously slandering apogees of my rubicund tongue,

Neither were you more royally blessed than me; neither were you more unfortunately lambasted than the most salaciously withering moments of my devastated life,

Neither were you more exuberantly sensuous than me; neither were you more lackadaisically nonchalant than the most preposterously wasting of my moods,

Neither were you more miraculously fertile than me; neither were you more ludicrously impotent than the most onerously slavering of my shattered times,

Neither were you more invincibly honest than me; neither were you more venomously flagrant than the most lividly distorted of my fugitively obliterating shadow,

Neither were you more infallibly faithful than me; neither were you more carnivorously betraying than the most miserably battered of my crumbling senses,

Neither were you more inimitably talented than me; neither were you more sleazily blanch than the most inanely amorphous of my egregiously estranged nerves,

Neither were you more ecstatically galloping than me; neither were you more indolently stationery than the most faintest of my penuriously diminishing of whispers,

Neither were you more ebulliently redolent than me; neither were you more repugnantly stinking than the most obliviously morbid of my insane carcass of bones,

Neither were you more symbiotically philanthropic than me; neither were you more violently prejudiced than the most perniciously obsessive of my nightmares,

Neither were you more vivaciously unfettered than me; neither were you more ominously incarcerated than the most dangerously chained idiosyncrasies of my indifferently strangulated existence,

And Neither were you more vibrantly living than me; neither were you more perpetually dead than the most hopelessly flailing of my very final breath,

Only because the Omnipotent Creator had created both you and me; and every other of our infinite living kind; even the most infinitesimally disappearing aspect of every one of us alive on planet divine; as forever priceless; inequitably synergistic and wonderfully equal.