WALKING STICK He held me solidly in his egalitarian palms; sometimes making me almost strangulate for mouthfuls of inevitable breath, He caressed me every now and then on the cold ground; let beads of his passionate sweat dribble down my persona with nonchalant ease, He raised me in exuberance towards the glittering blanket of stars; incessantly narrating mystical tales of this Universe to the flurry of innocuous children, He dug inconspicuous holes with my mouth trudging soft soil; embossing intriguing shapes in the mud to amuse the dormant compartments of his weary mind, He danced with tears of euphoria pouring down his cheeks; waving me in placid sheets of air; as he nostalgically reminisced the days when he was a cheeky child, He banged me boundless number of times in ghastly darkness; endeavoring his best to gain an upper hand over the diabolically satanic night, He flamboyantly marched clutching me with authority to his wrinkled fingers; attending to the battalion of alien delegates with astronomically stoical ease and inherent charm, He polished me ardently with the most stupendous quality of wax; painted me in a festoon of vivaciously gaudy color to match his every dress, He starved me to unprecedented limits; with the only meal that I saliently cherished being the compassionate bellow of warmth imparted by his magical hands, He swung me violently in all directions when attacked; defending his divinely countenance with the formidable tenacity in my body, He fidgeted indefatigably with my nose; cuddling and scratching me rampantly when confronted with disdainful bouts of perpetual boredom, He kept me bereft of the tiniest of cloth; left me shivering with the austere winds slapping me ruthlessly at all quarters; as he silently snored in his afternoon nap, He occasionally placed me over his colossal ocean of personal belongings; which had taken an entire lifetime for him to perseveringly amass, He inverted my body every now and again; mischievously smiling with his lips outstretched; as I insatiably cried to once again come back up,
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