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IF I WERE AN IMMORTAL HEARTBEAT

If I were a formidable mountain; towering way above

the clouds with my wonderfully enigmatic peaks,
The first thing that I would have done; was to stand
like an invincible wall; for all my comrades
shivering in despicably inexplicable pain.
If I were a turbulently cascading waterfall;
culminating into a blanket of mesmerizing froth after
clashing against the festoon of piquantly shimmering
rocks,
The first thing that I would have done; was to pacify
the insatiable agony of the uncouthly blistering
deserts; enveloping pathetically aggrieved entities in
my rejuvenating swirl.
If I were ravishingly charismatic pearl; diffusing
into a cloudburst of Omnipotent shine; even in the
most acrimoniously ghastly night,
The first thing that I would have done; was to
profoundly illuminate the lives of all orphans
submerged in a dungeon of despair; enlighten their
innocently dreary eyes with my perennial glow
If I were lethally terrorizing bullet; pulverizing
everything to inconspicuous ash; the instant somebody
released the trigger,
The first thing that I would have done; was to
decimate even the most diminutive trace of evil from
the trajectory of this earth; ensuring that it
breathed an air of holistic freedom; an air without
disgustingly corrupt malice
If I were a seductively alluring shadow; magnetically
extending my caress to the most fantastically
panoramic places; far and wide,
The first thing that I would have done; was to
encompass all those tyrannically intimidated and
enslaved; in the ingratiatingly welcome shelter; that
lay embedded in my heavenly arms.
If I were a robustly eternal fruit; blooming into a
fountain of sparkling health; as every minute
tantalizingly unfurled,
The first thing that I would have done; was to appease
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Life = Death by Nikhil Parekh

the bizarrely disastrous hunger; of all those

innocuously philanthropic; tottering towards the brink
of horrifically ruthless extinction.
If I were the richest man on this Universe; with my
treasury perpetually overflowing with more wealth;
than what the entire planet could ever perceive,
The first thing that I would have done; was to scrap
even the most infinitesimal speck of poverty from
impoverished soil; ensuring that the strong and weak;
existed in threads of irrefutable equality; alike
If I were a hive enshrouded with sacredly oozing
honey; melodiously spawning into a cloud of
astoundingly benevolent newness; as resplendently
milky moonlight fell celestially from the skies,
The first thing that I would have done; was to deluge
every prejudiced life with stupendously uniting
harmony; substituting each cold-blooded wound; with a
gloriously enchanting fortress of mystical romance
And if I were an immortal heartbeat; existing since
countless births in waves of insatiably impregnable
passion,
The first thing that I would have done; was to grant
every devastatingly bereaved heart the ultimate wish
of its survival; witnessing it blossom into
unconquerable happiness; as I granted it the
blissfully lost love of its life.