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  77.     

Will Never Lose

The Sun might slowly and slowly lose all its ferociously blazing rays; remorsefully withering behind the languid horizons; for times immemorial,

The stars might slowly and slowly lose all their scintillating shimmer; eventually appearing as nonchalantly lackadaisical stones in the firmament of fathomlessly barren sky,

The oceans might slowly and slowly lose all their ravishingly tangy salt; sullenly metamorphosing into boundless kilometers of corrugated dry rubble and
worthlessly invidious sand,

The deserts might slowly and slowly lose all their regally fascinating majesty; disdainfully transforming into obsolete mirages of derogatorily dilapidated
despondence,

The mountains might slowly and slowly lose all their unconquerably shimmering peaks; being transited into capriciously fugitive dust; as ghastly earthquakes
tumultuously plundered them,

The roses might slowly and slowly lose all their enchantingly enamoring redolence; limply shedding all their bountifully burgeoning petals into a livid heap; for the wastrel parasites to devour,

The forests might slowly and slowly lose all their enigmatically jubilant trees; ludicrously shriveling into a cadaverously macabre heap; as the onslaught of
inclement drought austerely tightened its pugnacious grip,

The Moon might slowly and slowly lose all its resplendently milky shimmer; eventually succumbing like a diminutive mosquito; to the thunderously
diabolical conglomerate of obnoxiously grey clouds,

The soldier might slowly and slowly lose all his irrefutably dazzling integrity; uxoriously yieldingthe secrets of his motherland; in order to save his skin from hedonistically indescribable torture,

The nightingale might slowly and slowly lose all its astoundingly mellifluous charisma; pathetically plummeting into an eternal slumber out of sheer tiredness; even as the atmosphere outside died a billion times every minute; without its golden voice,

The mirror might slowly and slowly lose all its unequivocally righteous sparkle; shattering into an infinite pieces of grotesquely cacophonic distortion; at the slightest cry of the satanically rampaging devil,
The fortress might slowly and slowly lose all its invincibly Herculean strength; obnoxiously crumbling like a pack of frigidly lugubrious cards; as its foundations inexplicably gave away,

The sky might slowly and slowly lose all its beautifully iridescent effulgence; being horrifically adulterated by monotonously venomous spacecrafts and indiscriminately pulverizing missiles,

The bones might slowly and slowly lose all their unflinchingly altruistic tenacity; eventually falling a lame prey to the vagaries of the maliciously parasitic and ruthlessly conventional society,

The clocks might slowly and slowly lose all their meticulously fantastic essence of time; as the electric pace of maligned viciousness in the colossal planet today; insatiably overshadowed them with their bane,

The clouds might slowly and slowly lose all their voluptuously tantalizing moisture; dreadfully vanishing into the corpses of insipidly fretful meaninglessness; as the blanket of panoramically fructifying green disappeared from the trajectory of this fathomless Universe,

The conscience might slowly and slowly lose all its magnificently aristocratic armor of spell binding truth; to inevitably survive amidst the pack of vengefully marauding and manipulatively decrepit wolves,

The nostril might slowly and slowly lose all its vivaciously exuberant breath; with the graveyards of truculently penalizing death perniciously creeping in from every conceivable side,

But come what may; the doors of my passionately fulminating heart will always be open for you; and even if I had to take an infinite births yet again; I will never lose even an evanescent iota of my patience; I will forever wait for you; you and till
the time you make me your breath; forever make me only you.
 
Nikhil Parekh

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  78.     

~lost~

lost why must i be
lost in this wicked world i see
lost in this society, why me
blinded by the evil visions i see
lost in the dark of the devil
if there were i would be lost on the highest level
why must i be lost in the dreams of mine
but its all real now that i realized
lost lost lost
thats the definition of mine.
 
Demarcus C. Parker

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  79.     

Lost & Found

I will be forever lost in the lost & found.. You see, I was once found in the arms of love, kissed ever so gently by the stars above..Was told 'I'll never let you go' & 'I dont wanna loose you', who knew that over time a wall would be built between me & you, silent thoughts would get lost between your words & mine...This wall is cold, damp & dark! Gone is the warm fire that once held my heart: (This freezing emptyness has no sound, I find myself once again in the Lost & Found~~~
 
dejavu 4 you

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Barefooted And Bareheaded

Barefooted and Bareheaded are the Pretty refugees in nasty Camps where insult and humiliation Are over there all the time, Amid these ugly camps you lose Your pretty humanity, You lose your dignity, You lose your personality, and You lose all that is dear to you, The moment you go in You're going to be missing and The moment you leave for ever You will get your new rebirth.
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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