FATHER

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Ominous clouds in the cosmos had forgotten to shower droplets of transparent rain,

Colossal deserts refrained from forming whirlpools of sand; with the blowing wind,

Swirling waters of the boundless ocean; didn't culminate into escalating waves,

Bedsheets of white snow on the mountain slopes; incorrigibly refused to melt,

Scores of boisterous birds nestled on towering treetops; shut their beaks tight even as the lion came,

Incongruous stones didn't produce the slightest of noise; when they collided with obdurate earth,

Gargantuan reptiles wandering through meadows of tranquil grass; refrained from devouring succulent prey,

Unruly dogs on the street; didn't erupt into volleys of hoarse barking,

Blossoming lotus in the pond; didn't show signs of shriveling at the onset of evanescent dusk,

Battalions of venomous mosquitoes; seemed to have temporarily lost their acrimonious sting,

Fountains of blistering lava; circulated blissfully within the crevices of earth instead of fulminating,

Waterfalls of crystal foam froze midway down the slopes; with their thunderous gurgling now transformed into stony silence,

Dense foliage of tree leaves refused to rustle; with mighty draughts of afternoon wind,

Opalescent butterflies in the garden; ceased to vivaciously flutter,

Silver crested dolphins in the pool; refrained to acrobatically somersault high towards the ceiling,

Mischievous monkeys didn't swing between trees; entwined their long tails placidly amidst the branches,

Long legged spiders refused to traverse across their periphery of intricately suspended silver cobwebs,

Time seemed to have stopped momentarily; with every second unwinding refraining to unleash into a minute further,

The entity of omnipotent God loomed large in my palms; now submerging my impoverished persona into waves of supreme exultation,

It was no miracle folks; I was overwhelmingly proud to declare that I had become a father; even as the first wails of my newly born child blended with the atmosphere.

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