Nikhil Parekh Poems

No asphyxiating rules; not the slightest seed of ghastily terrorizing commercialism around,

No bizarre monotony; not the slightest innuendo of debilitating stagnation insidiously floating around,
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You've taken my very own scarlet blood O! heavenly son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you're exactly my astoundingly pristine and timelessly priceless; duplicate,

You've taken my very own venerated milk O! beautiful son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you're exactly my bountifully blossoming and unabashedly impeccable; duplicate,
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The sound of barking dogs brought alongwith it; overwhelming morbidity; a wave of heinous viciousness; that indefatigably triggered you to explore the cannibal entrapped in your conscience,

The sound of cascading rain brought alongwith it; tantalizing spurts of rhapsody; making you euphorically gallop forward in the scintillating exuberance of vibrant life,
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The tree took a century to grow to unprecedented limits; blossoming into boundless branches and resplendent foliage,
And it took you just a minute to chop it to the ground; with barbaric strokes of your gleaming pickaxe.

The mountains took thousands of years to evolve; with their summits towering handsomely towards the sky; camouflaged in a heap of pristine snow,
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All a person could take beneath his grave; was the perennial love that he'd generated; by compassionately uniting two miserably jilted hearts in the threads of ubiquitously endless romance,

All a person could take beneath his grave; was the bountiful love that he'd generated; by standing like an unflinching wall between mother nature and ghastly human kind; and saving it from even the most infinitesimal of heinous scratch,
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I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable religion; which disseminated the essence of perennial unity; on the trajectory of this fathomlessly emollient Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable caste; which palpitated with the unendingly handsome spirit of compassion; on the trajectory of this boundlessly intriguing Universe,
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What purpose did the grass have to exist; without the astoundingly scintillating sheath of perpetual dewdrops; the mystical rejuvenation that they imparted at the crack of every ethereally ebullient dawn?

What purpose did the sky have to exist; without the crimson conglomerate of handsomely thunderous clouds; the vivacious charisma that they imparted by
indefatigably clashing and culminating into torrential thunderballs of mesmerizing rain?
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No religion ever teaches you to abhorrently discriminate; pulverize the innocuously innocent to inconspicuous bits of ludicrously frigid ash,

No religion ever teaches you to maliciously murder; parasitically suck blood from the veins of the divinely immaculate; in order to appease the Goddess of blissful existence,
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Happiness galore; diffusing into waves of tumultuous rhapsody as every instant unveiled into a wholesomely tantalizing minute,
Prosperity galore; as the clouds of freedom perennially showered their endowment of eternally unfading romance; upon the trajectory of this disastrously impoverished planet,
Vivacity galore; as the marvelous festoon of resplendently twinkling stars; danced uninhibitedly in the heart of the voluptuously titillating night,
Prudence galore; as it instilled the most sagaciously pragmatic chapters of existence; in devastatingly hopeless souls,
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Clouds from all across the astronomically colossal Universe; eventually melange with the immortally irrefutable and mesmerizing sky,

Rivers from all across the wonderfully boundless Universe; eventually melange with the immortally irrefutable and tangy ocean,
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