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Aids Doesn't Kill. Your Attitude Kills.

Compassionately shaking hands with them; wont in anyway enshroud every ingredient of your blood with the most unforgivably cancerous of disease; wont in anyway annihilate you forever and ever and ever from the trajectory of this fathomless Universe,

Profusely intermingling your shadow with theirs; wont in anyway diminish you beyond the threshold of disparagingly dolorous oblivion; wont in anyway obfuscate your integrity with the clouds of tawdry salaciousness,

Tirelessly talking with them; wont in anyway make you the most delinquently inferior organism on this boundless earth; wont in anyway char your inimitably distinctive identity,

Amiably kissing them on their rubicund lips; wont in anyway evaporate every ounce of immunity from your body; wont in anyway transform you into the most treacherously cursed entity alive,

Uninhibitedly fondling their silken hair; wont in anyway jinx you with even
the most infinitesimal parasite on this limitless earth; wont in anyway trounce you to your dolorously fetid grave,

Mischievously nibbling at their innocuous ears; wont in anyway numb each of your senses to even the tiniest trace of sound; wont in anyway engulf each brilliant day of yours with hopelessly asphyxiating blackness,

Jubilantly adventuring with them in the inscrutable forests; wont in anyway sap you of untamed powerhouse of effulgent energy; wont in anyway make you an impotent pinch of mud fretting for an infinite lifetimes,

Profoundly staring into the whites of their impeccable eyes; wont in anyway blind you forever from every conceivable iota of pleasure and panoramic light; wont in anyway pulverize you into inanely impoverished nothingness,

Eclectically sketching their harmlessly nimble silhouette; wont in anyway vengefully deteriorate you into a pool of insipid nothingness; wont in anyway render you as the most ignominiously slandered artist alive,

Holistically eating with them in the same bowl; wont in anyway metamorphose
you into an ocean of endlessly lambasting tears; wont in anyway inundate the walls of your stomach with venomously aggrieved poison rather than the celestial fruits of the Creator Divine,

Unflinchingly entwining your fingers into theirs; wont in anyway horrendously deplete you of every ounce of your strength; wont in anyway impede you from symbiotically coalescing with the rest of eternally fructifying living kind,

Sleeping impregnably close to them to shelter them at night; wont in anyway grant you a place in the most vindictively unsparing of hell; wont in anyway prematurely bury you a countless feet beneath your veritable grave,

Flirtatiously tickling their nubile skin; wont in anyway hang you upside down in the most brilliantly blazing of Sunlight; wont in anyway seal every other synergistically untainted option for you in the chapter of resplendent life,

Wholeheartedly embracing them as one of your own kin; wont in anyway perpetuate in you the germs of the most ominously tyrannical of disease; wont in anyway render you satanically crippled for the remainder of your life,

Affably conserving each droplet of their golden sweat in your palms; wont in anyway erase the spell binding destiny lines of your existence; wont in anyway proclaim you as a preposterously shameful misfit for the fabric of society,

Altruistically applying the balm of humanity on their inexplicable wounds; wont in anyway assassinate every bit of harmonious knowledge that you had so wonderfully assimilated since the first cry of birth; wont in anyway torment you even after you died,

Uninhibitedly drinking water from their unfinished glass; wont in anyway transform every ingredient of your Omnipotent blood into unbearably vindictive venom; wont in anyway truculently slain the royal seeds of virility from your endowed life,

Unceasingly enlightening them with the magical artistry in your persona; wont in anyway endanger even the most diminutive shade of existence on the perennial planet; wont in anyway transform you into a sinful eunuch wailing the last words of your life,

Unassailably blending every breath of yours with theirs; wont in anyway defeat you the slightest in any philanthropic quest of your blessed life; wont in anyway abruptly snap the fangs of your miraculously proliferating existence,

Immortally bonding every beat of your heart with theirs; wont in anyway make you the most abhorred criminal of this globe; wont in anyway metamorphose every definition of true love into sadistically betraying hatred,

Paradoxically; whereas doing all the above things with them wont in anyway harm you the tiniest; but their not receiving the same from you would definitely make them die the most ghastliest of death; a death which would not be a result of their suffering from HIV/AIDS, but an extinction which would be the most horrifically gruesome; a death which would be the most perpetually criminal; caused due to opprobrious disdain and neglect by you; you and only you; who was none other than their uncaring fellow human kind.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on September 28, 2019

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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 ; 1977 ) from Ahmedabad , India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India , which is India's Best Book of Records , also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle . The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and natural . 10 Different National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are for - (1) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion (2) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada (3) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills (4) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-book (5) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations (6) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org (7) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website (8) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace' , at Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones (9) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela , has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa (10) Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ . The Indian Poet has written thousands of varied poems on - God , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and downloads on the Internet . Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry in their entirety . The Poet's Poetry has had the patronization of several versatile World Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit http://nikhilparekh.net ; the webpage . more…

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