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There Was Something In Her

Her visage might not be exquisitely embellished; encapsulated in rustically plaintive clothes from nimble foot; to insatiably sacrosanct forehead,

Her visage might not be ravishingly tantalizing; divinely meditating under the mystical oak tree; profusely blending every of its holistic element; with the spirit of the celestially divine,

Her visage might not be pompously flashy; bountifully coalescing with everlastingly exotic rudiments of nature; perennially entrenching itself with the winds of profoundly simplistic nostalgia,

Her visage might not be invincibly triumphant; inadvertently erring countless times in a single day; in her innocuously drifting stride,

Her visage might not be raunchily seductive; scintillating as unequivocally candidly as the flamboyantly sweltering Sun; filtering a path of unassailable righteousness; for infinite more births yet to come,

Her visage might not be overpoweringly dictatorial; retracting like a freshly nubile bride into the corridors of resplendent reticence; at even the most mercurial insinuation of ghastly badness or penalizing crime,

Her visage might not be aristocratically princely; harmoniously sequestering itself under an unfathomable blanket of green leaves; as its sole abode to lead
the uncouthly freezing night,

Her visage might not be astoundingly fragrant; onerously perspiring under the endlessly sweltering Sun; as she assiduously carved her way towards her daily livelihood,

Her visage might not be Omnisciently prognosticating; miserably dithering to perceive even an infinitesimal fraction of what was going to unfurl; an evanescent
step further,

Her visage might not be indefatigably twinkling; somberly enveloping its diminutive contours; in the fabric of unwittingly fallible humanity,

Her visage might not be tirelessly smiling; sporadically erupting into traumatically anguished cries; as the inevitability of sacrificing existence; took its insurmountably unbearable toll,

Her visage might not be ubiquitously magnanimous; insatiably confining herself to the realms of her parsimonious dwelling; stringently persevering every bit of her stingily hard-earned possessions,

Her visage might not be unrelentingly poignant; pragmatically bonding with the vagaries of this conventionally turgid society; in order to survive in holistic unison and symbiosis with the enchanting atmosphere,

Her visage might not be boundlessly unconquerable; humanely collapsing to the acrimoniously treacherous pressures of existence; at times feeling stressed beyond the threshold of inexplicably debilitating frustration,

Her visage might not be incomprehensibly magnetic; hardly being noticed a parsimonious trifle; even as she trespassed through the most
lackadaisically nonchalant of crowds,

Her visage might not be aristocratically regale; bearing the shades of a normally unwitting commoner; even as cloudbursts of untamed fantasy; handsomely perpetuated her from every construable side,

Her visage might not be unsurpassably contemporary; irrefutably following the fathomlessly medieval and age old theories of existence; while the entire planet
voluptuously gyrated to the rhythm of the blaring discotheque; by her window side,

Her visage might not be made for today's world; with even the most capriciously ephemeral mist of manipulation; remaining countless continents apart from
her; indomitably righteous stride,

And although not even a single tune of her visage coincided with the globe outside; not even a single entity acknowledged her the slightest for her little but hard-fought accomplishments in life; not even a single cloud noticed the innocent impressions which she had left on earth during the tenure of her lifetime,

There was something in her which I found in no other woman; caste or tribe; there was something in her which rendered every moment of my survival priceless;
there was something in her which heavenly blessed me even beyond my infinite lives; there was something in her which immortally became my love till even after my
journey to heaven; hell; my breath and time.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 14, 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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