I WASNT PREPARED

I was prepared to wait for robust health; spending many a

limitless decade; miserably entwined in the dungeons of
decaying debilitation,
I was prepared to wait for fascinating desire; worthlessly whiling
countless hours on the trot; in the mists of disparagingly
dolorous monotony,
I was prepared to wait for enchanting prosperity; remorsefully
stagnating on infinitesimally threadbare soil; with my haplessly
tattered rags splitting more
obnoxiously than ever before; under the sweltering Sun,
I was prepared to wait for unflinching camaraderie; staggering
like a worthless urchin on the desolate streets; with only
insidiously parasitic mosquitoes perched in unfathomable
quantities on my lambasted chin,
I was prepared to wait for scintillating righteousness; wasting
the entire tenure of my
impoverished life; truculently besieged by the graveyard of
delinquently deteriorating lies,
I was prepared to wait for voluptuous desire; meaninglessly
trespassing through the aisles of nothingness and cripplingly
lackluster stoicism; for infinite more births yet to unveil,
I was prepared to wait for triumphant happiness; horrendously
kissing the corpses of ghastly malice and defeat; till the time I
traumatically tread on the trajectory of this earth,
I was prepared to wait for insatiable ecstasy; derogatorily
rotting in unsurpassably pallid doomsday; letting my entire
visage metamorphose into a gutter of criminally sucking leeches,
I was prepared to wait for unconquerable glory; meekly
subjugating my body to the whiplashes of the society;
pathetically collapsing like a pack of soggy matchsticks; even
before a soul could raise his voice,

I was prepared to wait for dazzling flamboyance; stupidly

diffusing every unfurling instant of my life; into a coffin of
delinquently gruesome morbidity,
I was prepared to wait for Herculean strength; withering away
like an insipidly insulted porcupine; at even the most diminutive
draught of parsimonious wind,
I was prepared to wait for majestic eloquence; barking like a
disastrously cacophonic and wounded crow; till the last breath I
ghoulishly exhaled,
I was prepared to wait for unequivocally explicit candidness;
substituting the chapter of my life; with the webs of satanically
bizarre manipulation instead,
I was prepared to wait for patriotic victory; baselessly
pulverizing myself every unleashing moment of my life; with the
threadbare smoke of derogatorily dastardly defeat,
I was prepared to wait for exhilarating mysticism; deliberately
enshrouding my agonizingly trembling demeanor; with
maliciously devilish monotony from all
sides,
I was prepared to wait for prolific success; nonchalantly
swallowing the tail of thwarting failure; everytime I exuded into
even the most infidel of movement,
I was prepared to wait for spell binding aristocracy; lecherously
staggering on each path of my life; abhorrently dedicating each
second of my time; swapping flies on the walls of my sordidly
stinking hutment,
I was prepared to wait for ravishingly perpetual breath; insanely
offering every element of my mind; body and soul; to the
thunderously marauding demon and
the hell of torturous death,
And I was prepared to wait for every conceivable comfort and
richness on this fathomless earth O! Almighty Lord; but I wasnt
the slightest prepared to

wait for her ecstatically vibrant caress; I wasnt the slightest

prepared to wait for her celestially immortal and bountiful love .