Stop
To stop the raucously speeding train; all you needed to do was to pull the stringently wound up chain,
To stop the uncontrollably advancing river; all you needed to do was to close the impregnably stolid gates of the dam; to the maximum of their capacity,
To stop the disastrously scorching desert of acrimonious sands; all you needed to do was to sprinkle a bountiful cistern of tantalizing water; under the roof of the celestially fathomless sky,
To stop the menacingly growling lion; all you needed to do was to place a playground full of blood red meat; right infront of his salaciously rapacious and gruesomely squandering eyes,
To stop the rebelliously augmenting avalanche; all you needed to do was to place a lackadaisically flat and inanely nimble road; at the rock bottom of the perilously diabolical hill,
To stop the watch from tirelessly tick-tocking; all you needed to do was to austerely remove its pair of punctiliously revolving needles; forever and ever and ever,
To stop the ferociously slapping seawaves; all you needed to do was to put a chain of unsurpassably regale rocks in their way; as they rose high and handsome to a triumphantly ultimate crescendo,
To stop the demonically cold-blooded criminal; all you needed to do was to metamorphose even the most infinitesimal trace of vengeance in his brutally
estranged conscience into a gorge of compassionately unparalleled love,
To stop the venomously hissing and satanic snake; all you needed to do was to let loose the astoundingly fleet footed mongoose upon him; like a trice of white
lightening diffusing from crimson sky,
To stop the viciously swerving car; all you needed to do was to sagaciously compress its pair of twinbrakes; to the most unprecedented of your body capacity,
To stop the unsavory traitors and beguiling enemy; all you needed to do was to transcend over every aspect of their disparagingly treacherous identity; with the
mantra of unflinchingly fearless righteousness,
To stop the parasites from unstoppably wailing; all you needed to do was to place them in a mortuary of ghoulishly fretful and perfidiously rotting skeletons,
To stop destructively advancing technology; all you needed to do was to transport the uncouthly marauding devils; into the sacrosanct lap's of their heavenly mothers,
To stop lecherously lazy sleep; all you needed to do was to keep your eyes wide open solely towards the most symbiotically benign mission of your diminutively
impoverished life,
To stop unceremoniously devilish stench; all you needed to do was to inclemently usurp every bit of its disgruntled persona with the fragrance of priceless humanity; even before it could arise,
To stop indiscriminately squelching torture; all you needed to do was to ubiquitously apply the balm of philanthropically miraculous empathy and untainted brotherhood,
To stop the freshly born and inexhaustibly weeping infant; all you needed to do was to feed in its mother's eternally mollifying breast,
To stop gorily crucifying death; all you needed to do was to perpetually continue god's chapter of blessed procreation; proliferate into infinite more of your humble kind,
And to stop the perennially overflowing heart; all you needed to do was to find another heart with whom its beats uninhibitedly bonded; and then remained united
as the apogee of altruistic companionship; for countless more births to come.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 13, 2019
Modified on March 05, 2023
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