No Teaching
The eyes didn't need to be taught how to wink; flirtatiously entice even the most obsoletely alien of entities; in their voluptuously seductive swirl,
The lips didn't need to be taught how to smile; unfurl into an unfathomable gorge of ecstasy; amiably bonding with one and all on this planet; ravishingly alike,
The veins didn't need to be taught how to disseminate blood; triumph in the aisles of timelessly ardent desire; fantastically embracing all entities on this colossal planet; in the religion of benign humanity,
The ears didn't need to be taught how to hear; euphorically assimilate all vibrantly untamed ebullience in the melodious atmosphere; in the delectable hollow of their drum; and for centuries immemorial,
The feet didn't need to be taught how to walk; victoriously surge forward with the winds of vacillating time; indefatigably transpiring countless organisms to keep celestially progressing till the very end of their time,
The cheeks didn't need to be taught how to blush; enamoringly bequeath upon a legacy of eternally unending compassion; as the fireball of Sun gloriously faded
down the resplendent horizons,
The hands didn't need to be taught how to intertwine; form impregnably everlasting friendships; bountifully enlightening the sordid ambience with the winds of philanthropic togetherness,
The tongue didn't need to be taught how to emanate sound; deluge the preposterously grave morbidity around; with vividly unparalleled boisterousness,
The shadows didn't need to be taught how to mysticize; unveil into an unsurpassable sea of enigma; as each instant sped into a wholesomely gratifying minute,
The stomach didn't need to be taught how to digest; synergistically imbibe all tantalizingly robust morsels of food; and then expurgate all invidiousness at the first light of exotically evanescent dawn,
The neck didn't need to be taught how to turn; handsomely absorb the insurmountably panoramic beauty of this fragrant Universe; drifting in countless
surreal directions; one at a time,
The eyelashes didn't need to be taught how to seduce; marvelously titillate even the most obfuscatedly alien of personalities; in their stupendously ingratiating
reflection,
The conscience didn't need to be taught how to be truthful; tirelessly march on the paths of irrefutably unconquerable righteousness; even as diabolical hurricanes of hell pelted left; right and center on the periphery of this gargantuan planet,
The throat didn't need to be taught how to gulp; innocuously guzzle the melodiously convivial elixir of existence; for boundless more births yet to come,
The chin didn't need to be taught how to twinkle; iridescently fulminate into cisterns of untamed innocence; everytime it was tickled by the arms of overwhelmingly uncontrollable care,
The armpits didn't need to be taught how to sweat; aristocratically exude rivers of golden perspiration; regally bond with the holistic mantra of persevering survival; as long as the Omnipotent lord wanted them to be,
The mouth didn't need to be taught how to yawn; immaculately expressing that the opprobriously penalizing fatigue of the body; needed to be substituted by divinely rest,
The nostrils didn't need to be taught how to breathe; perennially exhale and inhale Oligarchic carpets of spell bindingly Omnipresent air; symbiotically bond with all caste; creed; religion and tribe; unassailably and alike,
And the heart didn't need to be taught how to love; immortally coalesce even the most infinitesimally ephemeral of its beat with its soul mate; right since the first cry of beautifully bestowed birth.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 09, 2019
Modified on March 05, 2023
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