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AS LONG AS

It was perfectly OK; even if you were profusely


fastidious about your food; wanted to eat the most
flirtatiously rubicund morsels of tantalizing fruit before
commencing every of your delectable meal,
It was perfectly OK; even if you were overwhelmingly
squeamish about the way you dressed; insatiably
desired to embellish your nimble countenance; with the
finest fraternity of regale silk that was found on the
rustic mountain sheep,
It was perfectly OK: even if you were unfathomably
obsessive about the things you liked and abominably
disliked; at times even waking a countless night on the
incessant trot; to heavenly placate even the most
infinitesimal of your desire,
It was perfectly OK: even if you euphorically danced
without the slightest rhyme or reason at the crackle of
voluptuous midnight; even as the world perpetually
snored in immutably forlorn unison,
O! Yes it was perfectly OK even if you executed the most
wildest of your idiosyncracies; as long as you
indefatigably proliferated Gods symbiotically
burgeoning living kind; as long as you invincibly stood
with every sect of humanity;
till the time you aristocratically emanated your very last
breath.
1.
It was perfectly OK: even if you assiduously clambered
fathomless nights on the trot; just to mischievously roll
every of your luridly beleaguered senses with the
ultimate epitome of the freezing Himalayas,
It was perfectly OK; even if you uninhibitedly rolled
through marshes of uncouthly untamed wilderness;
ardently scratching your frolicking flesh with every
conceivable thorn that lay; disdainfully sprawled in
vicinity,

It was perfectly OK; even if you unrelentingly chased


unruly dogs in fields of hay; jubilantly philandered with
chuckling hen as the Sun set in spell binding harmony
behind the mesmerizing hills,
It was perfectly OK; even if you sporadically nibbled at
chunks of obnoxiously worthless cheese like a new born
infant; although you had handsomely swept well past
the threshold of eclectic maturity; countless years ago,
O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you exuded into the
most skittish of your tantrums left; right and wayward
center; as long as you perennially bonded with Gods
most Omnipotent spirit of love; gloriously saluted every
religion and color alike; as the
religion of divinely mankind.
2.
It was perfectly OK; even if you obsessively waited for
torrential drops of rain to thunderous rain to pelt; sadly
from the heart of a profanely cloudless sky,
It was perfectly OK: even if you were the first organism
on this gargantuan planet to irately soliloquize words
grotesquely upside down; paving an esoteric pathway of
your very own; which had never ever been replicated on
this Universe before,
It was perfectly OK; even if you intransigently wanted
the most ephemeral beauty of this unsurpassably
unending cosmos before your impeccable eyes all the
time; timelessly basking in the glory of nothing else but
sensuously ingratiating graciousness,
It was perfectly OK; even if you uniquely chose to
transgress through the acridly flaming thorns of truth;
while the ostentatiously conventional society danced
in the aisles of horrifically derogatory manipulation;
outside,
O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you drifted every
aspect of your life towards the most unimaginable of
your whims; as long as you philanthropically mitigated
all vindictively assaulted humanity from graveyards of

depravation; as long as you made eternally everlasting


righteousness the sole mantra of your nimble existence.
3.
It was perfectly OK; even if you ecstatically rollicked in
the lap of your revered mother; every unraveling
moment of the brilliantly stupendous day; and each wind
of the resplendently star studded night,
It was perfectly OK: even if you immutably plucked
stoical blades of lackadaisical grass all life; intrepidly
staring at phlegmatic puffs of robustly emerald sky to
victoriously rejoice,
It was perfectly OK; even if you erred more number of
times than you took quintessentially ravishing breath;
stuttering like a nonchalant skeleton on every
exuberant step that you lamely tread,
It was perfectly OK; even if you profoundly dedicated
infinite births of yours solely to the essence of majestic
artistry; although there was not an inconspicuous penny
in there; and as your robotically mundane mates minted
mines of imperially glittering gold; outside,
O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you gyrated your
uninhibited countenance solely to the tunes of your
heart; mind; conscience and no one else; as long as you
patriotically dazzle into the rainbows of a vibrantly
optimistic tomorrow; as long as you liberate
every beat of your heart to love the atmosphere of
oneness; to love the atmosphere
of Omnipresent human kind.

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