Nikhil Parekh Poems

I extracted curd from pure cows milk; after sequestering it for marathon hours from light,

I extracted stupendously sweet honey from catacomb beehives; after adroitly wading the stinging bees away,
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The heart of crystalline egg shell; lies in life bestowing yellow yolk,

The heart of a fortified brick wall; lies in the amalgamated stone,
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The foliage of leaves embossed on the maple tree; danced to turbulent currents
of air,

The intricate hands of timepiece; danced coherently with the unwinding of
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The palace looked enchanting like a festoon of blossoming flowers; blended profusely with shimmering lights,
It however appeared blurred and incoherently hazy; when I attempted to see it through the corner of my eye.

The celestial moon in the sky looked like an animate ocean of white pearls,
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When I was just born; witnessing the first rays of brilliant dawn,
swinging innocuously in my rustic cradle; with intricate bells jingling over
my forehead,
they asked me whether I wanted honey or frosty milk.
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They polluted the atmosphere with obnoxious gas; toxic sprays of repulsive insecticide,
Hunted for treasured species dense foliage of the jungle; ruthlessly chopping
animate green that confronted their way,
The cluster of immaculate trees; observed the proceedings in mute silence as
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Every minuscule bud projecting from fertile clay; evolved into a fragrant flower;
intensely spreading its ravishing aroma,
When sprinkled regularly with bountiful water blended in commensurate
proportions of cow manure.
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He who recognizes the fertility of land; by mere caress of the strewn soil,
Smelling the scent emanating as he tramples the mud; is indeed a true farmer.

He who recognizes burglars; by simply looking straight in their eye,
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If you believed in the sweetness of royal pudding,
It's because of decayed yellow sour cream.

If you believed in blissful meadows of lush green grass,
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When I was poor and begging on the streets with my arms stretched; they said that I didn't have skill to earn money,

When I was fast asleep on the bed drowned in realms of exotic fantasy; they said that I was lazy and fit for nothing,
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