Nikhil Parekh Poems

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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There was nothing like stink; in the dictionary of the rose; blossoming in the mesmerizing ambience of the valley,

There was nothing like cowardice in the dictionary of the lion; roaring its way thunderously through the dense outgrowths of the jungle,
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Who could have ever imagined that the flower so redolent and fresh in the morning; would one day collapse towards the ground in a shriveled heap?

Who could have ever imagined that the grass so green and lush in bustling autumn; would resemble a ghastly brown in the middle of inclement winter?
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If bricks in the edifice were replaced by inflated balloons,
The colossal structure would tumble down on earth; like a pack of soft plastic cards.

If acerbic blades of the ceiling fan were; replaced with satiny Persian cloth,
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You can't compress your fingers and still prolifically write,

You can't clench your teeth and still gregariously smile,
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My top most priority was my God; who had bestowed upon me the power to exist and holistically fight for my survival on the surface of this earth,

The next to follow in my life was my Mother; who actually gave me birth; evolving me in the first place to be what I was; at this very second today,
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As innocuous as the wail of a newly born infant; sleeping blissfully in his
airtight cradle,
As evanescent as the sun setting behind the mountains; giving way to the descending of night,
As nimble as the fleet footed squirrel; traversing night and day through hollow spaces of the tree,
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If the small and inconspicuously tiny ant; could foment the mammoth elephant to collapse on the ground,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life and lag behind?

If the dainty and fragile wave had the power all by itself to gradually culminate into the entire and colossal ocean,
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Every tree standing lanky and towering on the hills; was once upon a time a minuscule seedling,

Every dog barking discordantly on the streets; was once upon a time an innocuous pup; yelping incoherently in the darkness all around,
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