Nikhil Parekh Poems

I took irregular pieces of threadbare stone,
painted them with vibrant flashes of crimson red,
chiseled them to look like porous stone idol,
cut them with an iron knife into multiple fragments,
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Hordes of cattle lay lifeless on the streets,
lush green crops had withered in meek submission,
succulent fruits on tree branches had died a gruesome death,
a trio of birds had forgotten to chirp their daily rhymes,
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The seed sown in thick dark mud,
accompanies the soil with a slow thud.
blanket covers of soil provide it that salubrious fertility,
piercing through a web of dramatic appearance,
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there was wet moisture camouflaging the earth,
condensed slices of soil slept in perennial darkness,
tiny bits of stone lay embedded in loose gravel,
radiating worms weaved their way through tunnels of mud,
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an assembly of ornate utensils clashed down with fervor on the floor,
the ceiling fan got uprooted from its hinges,
there was a wailing echo emanating from the earth,
an avalanche of bulky rocks tumbled down the mountain slope,
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I chose a man slender and skinny,
draped his body in leather skin of witchcraft black,
pierced his earlobe with beads of silver,
tonsured his scalp with corrugated edge of knife,
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Rotten leaves lay in dark corners,
soggy mud was sprawled through acres of land,
rusty barbed wire lined vast expanse of territory,
dull roots of juicy cane plant projected from the mud,
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The twin horned cow prays to God,
for fear of not producing frosty rich cream milk.

the scorched patch of infertile land prays to God,
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Man had the ability to walk on articulately carved feet,
man had an uncanny knack of tackling problems.

man had large palms which could be curled into a fist,
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I struck my tender fist vociferously against the hard wall,
round globules of indignant anger welled up in my eyes,
mighty pounds of fresh air died a gruesome death in my lungs,
tapered outlines of my toe fingers took a vice like grip of the floor,
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