Nobody

Nobody Nobody could have loved rain more on this entire Universe; than the horrifically scorching and miserably slavering desert sands, Nobody could have loved a child more on this entire Universe; than its magnanimously sacrosanct mother, Nobody could have loved grass more on this entire Universe; than the timid horned and adorably nimble cow, Nobody could have loved milk more on this entire Universe; than the freshly born impeccable infant; wailing like an angel in its cradle, Nobody could have loved clouds more on this entire Universe; than the royally soaring flight of the majestic eagle, Nobody could have loved light more on this entire Universe; than the despairingly stinking and morbidly dilapidated dungeons, Nobody could have loved victory more on this entire Universe; than the immortal soldier fighting to save his motherland, Nobody could have loved flowers more on this Universe; than the boisterously buzzing and philandering humming bee, Nobody could have loved the silvery web more on this Universe; than the enigmatically dancing golden spider, Nobody could have loved reflection more on this Universe; than the pellucid glass of the incredulously scintillating mirror, Nobody could have loved nostalgia more on this Universe; than the man about to bond with veritable brink of wholesome extinction, Nobody could have loved the well more on this Universe; than the handsomely croaking frog; bouncing as water pelted down from the sky, Nobody could have loved sight more on this Universe; than the perpetually blind; stumbling at each step; even in the most flamboyantly brilliant of sunshine, Nobody could have loved fantasy more on this Universe; than the insatiably dreaming artist; profusely entrenched in the mesmerizing beauty of this planet, Nobody could have loved the Moon more on this Universe; than the enchanting stillness of the seductively rhapsodic night, Nobody could have loved compassionate fires more on this Universe; than sorrowfully trembling avalanches of frozen ice, Nobody could have loved the tree trunk more on this Universe; than the flirtatiously ambling and delectably footed squirrel, Nobody could have loved dawn more on this Universe; than the fervently anticipating cockerels; dying to inundate the atmosphere with their flurry of rambunctious sound, Nobody could have loved the night more on this Universe; than the somberly mystical and starry eyed; grandfather owl, Nobody could have loved loved more on this Universe; than all those orphaned and trembling with their shattered destinies on; appallingly stone-hearted streets, And nobody could have loved you more on this Universe; than my ardently thundering heart; which had you and only you; as it’s sole fantasy; as it’s perpetual and ultimate cry…. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.