THE LORD WAS WATCHING YOU

Although there mightnt be the most bucolic insinuation of light

around; with every conceivable ingredient of the atmosphere
being gruesomely circumscribed with
a coffin of darkness,
Although every leaf around might have slept an infinite hours
ago; with nothing but perpetual stillness being the mantra of the
lugubriously sullen evening,
Although every trace of exuberantly ecstatic wind around might
have subsided to infinitesimally ethereal dust; with every
commercial activity on this fathomless planet coming to an
absolute standstill,
Although there might not be the tiniest trace of civilization
around; with even the most obsolete shadows of bizarrely
treacherous ghosts dogmatically refraining from listlessly
floating in free space,
Although the stars might be completely obfuscated in mystical
sky; by a viciously thunderous blanket of voluptuously titillating
clouds,
Although the enigmatically cavorting spiders around might have
transited into unbreakable sleep; with orphaned strands of their
royal webs; now disintegrating into a boundless bits of
nothingness,
Although the exotically spell binding flowers around might have
invidiously crumbled into a disorientedly befuddled heap; with
every of their once enchantingly redolent petals now coalescing
with wisps of worthlessness,
Although the waves of the ebulliently rhapsodic sea around
might have drowned into feckless extinction; with nothing but
unimaginably heartless space taking
insidious and complete control,

Although even the most subservient element of squelched

moisture around might have dried to a ghastly death; with
ludicrously imperturbable austerity forever reigning supreme,
Although the uninhibited cries of the newborn around might
have horrifically asphyxiated; with even the sound of a mercurial
pin irrevocably restraining to
come from the ground,
Although the unlimitedly gigantic shadows around might have
surreptitiously enveloped every conceivable object in vicinity;
with the eyes finding it overwhelmingly difficult to sagaciously
discern between the black and scintillatingly white,
Although the innocuously whispering grasshoppers around
might have surrendered themselves in mind; body and spirit; to
graveyards of horrifically dumb silence,
Although the thunderously resonating echoes around might have
pathetically dissolved into a mortuary of decrepit emptiness;
resigning to the inevitably
acerbic unveiling of time,
Although the inanely fragile footprints around might have
shrunk into the aisles of dastardly oblivion; with agglomerated
conviviality being a remorsefully far cry,
Although the spirit of unflinchingly fearless patriotism might
have ridiculously dwindled around; with unbelievably peaceful
sighs replacing the triumphantly blazing clanging of the
impregnable swords,
Although the minute hand and hour hand of the grandfather
clock around might have remained irretrievably agglutinated at
the same spot; even as
time rampantly sped by,
Although every speck of brilliant versatility around might have
metamorphosed into a miserably slavering well of abysmal
nonchalance; with even the most miraculously galloping
inspiration fading under the midday Sun,

Although every breath around might have subsided into the

realms of hell even before one could inhale it out; and each wisp
of life might have grotesquely
died,
O! Yes; Even if the entire earth around might have closed its
eyes or come to a perpetually disillusioned standstill: Remember
that the most fugitively frigid
action of yours was being ardently watched by the Omnipotent
Lord Almighty; so watch your step dear mate; and make sure
that it treads towards righteousness; righteousness and just
immortally humanitarian and symbiotically unconquerable
righteousness; whenever you dare to tread.