WHO'S BOTHERED THE TINIEST OF DEATH Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm terribly afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember those divinely eyes of yours; the unparalleled empathy for every fraternity of living kind enshrouding them; after I die, Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm uncontrollably afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember those magical palms of yours; which forever erased every sorrow from the fathomless fabric of mankind; after I die, Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm indescribably afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember those benign ears of yours which heard and befriended every voice from the heart on this earth; after I die, Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm endlessly afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember those Omnipotent footprints of yours which invincibly lead all forms of altruistic goodness; to the ultimate corridors of utopian heaven, Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unfathomably afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember those miraculously ameliorating lips of yours—which metamorphosed every insinuation of disparity into a paradise of oneness; after I die, Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm limitlessly afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember those Omniscient lines of your forehead; which poignantly depicted the destiny of every palpitating organism on this Universe; after I die, Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unceasingly afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember that inimitably unconquerable majesty of your caress— which took all my pains forever and ever and ever; after I die, Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm terribly afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember that eternally enlightening voice of yours—which silenced the mightiest shriek of the devil forever; after I die, Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unthinkably afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember those innumerable miracles that you inexhaustibly spurned out of lifeless air; after I die, Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm treacherously afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember that divinely nose of yours which mischievously cuddled every child irrespective of caste/creed/or color—thereby giving it a brand new life;