Before

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 05, 2018

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Before the pinnacle of mount Everest; there was a plethora of barricades to be confronted,

Before plummeting down to the bottom of the fathomless ocean; one had to face a battalion of wild sharks,

Before winning the coveted title of wrestling champion; there was the arduous endeavor of toning a jugglery of muscle,

Before harnessing the art of devouring glass; one had to learn to incessantly consume obdurate food,

Before swimming against choppy waters of the perennial river; one had to acqurie skills of floating in the shallow pool,

Before adroitly sketching articulate forms of scenic beauty; one had to know the art of blending color,

Before reciting mesmerizing notes of melodious music; one had to aware of the cadence of sound,

Before running at swashbuckling speeds in torrential showers of rain; one had to assimilate the vigor to walk,

Before tumultuously bursting into fits of sporadic laughter; one should know how to smile,

Before constructing the grandiloquent Taj Mahal of juxtaposed brick; one must have the skill to build a compact wall,

Before driving a high powered bike through the mountain roads; it was indispensable to posses the prowess of synchronized balance,

Before sculpturing ornate statues to scented wax; one should incorporate the technique of molding clay,

Before beheading a person in war with pugnacious swishes of the scepter; one must have the profound courage to hold one,

Before gliding down the picturesque valley strapped to parachute strings; one should master the ingredients of adventure,

Before encountering the ominous panther head on; one must develop a compassion for the animate beast,

Before gulping down pints of frozen water; one should savor the taste of Luke warm milk,

Before witnessing stupendous parables of jubilation; one must trespass through the tyranny of sorrow,

Before sleeping blissfully on a mattress of silken gold; one should inevitably perspire under the blistering heat of the sun,

Before transiting to realms of uninvited old age; one must experience the exuberance of resplendent youth,

Before dancing in the aisles of passionate romance; one should thoroughly mature in responsibility,

And before the commencing the activities of each day; one must indispensably worship the deity he believes in; praying for celestial solace from the Creator.


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