TO WIN HER BACK To win her back was as impossible; as thunder clouds in the cosmos not showering unrelenting rain, To win her back was as impossible; as squeezing back tangy toothpaste back into the tube, To win her back was as impossible; as scrupulously straightening a dog’s incorrigibly curved tail, To win her back was as impossible; as plummeting face down from the 100th floor; and yet desiring to stay alive, To win her back was as impossible; as typing alphabets on the swanky computer screen without the intricately chiseled keyboard, To win her back was as impossible; as escaping the sting of the mosquito incessantly buzzing its cacophony in the ear, To win her back was as impossible; as trying to tenaciously sneeze without making the tiniest of noise, To win her back was as impossible; as attempting to walk without using twin pair of feet, To win her back was as impossible; as trying to cultivate a tree without indispensable water, To win her back was as impossible; as trying to speed the car at erratic speeds without whisky complexioned gasoline, To win her back was as impossible; as hunting the untamed panther without a gleaming barrel gun, To win her back was as impossible; as making tea without actually adding pungent tea leaves, To win her back was as impossible; as trying not to scream when consuming heaps of green farm chili, To win her back was as impossible; as constructing the colossal edifice without a concrete foundation,
To win her back was as impossible; as standing naked amidst the frozen snow without shivering, To win her back was as impossible; as soaring high in the sky without a pair of dexterously handsome wings, To win her back was as impossible; as retaining consciousness even after being pierced by fangs of the venomous snake, To win her back was as impossible; as convincing the agnostic to believe in omniscient God, To win her back was as impossible; as holding ones ground firmly in an island of quick sand, To win her back was as impossible; as expecting a spider to stay suspended in the air without its silken web, To win her back was as impossible; as existing in sweltering heat of the desert without a solitary globule of water, To win her back was as impossible; as having the sun shine inexorably all the time without any mention of night, To win her back was as impossible; as impregnating life back into the veins of a dead man, To win her back was as impossible; as trying to survive without inhaling gallons of fresh air, O! Yes to win her back today was irrevocably impossible; after the dreadful fight we had in the day, The only way I could still win her back; was wait for the gruesome night to unveil itself into another day, Fervently hope that the new rising of dawn; made her exhaustively oblivious to the obnoxious events of the previous day .