Nikhil Parekh Poems

There was a time when I emitted my first cry; with my mother hoisting
me high in the air,
Now I lay on the forlorn ground unattended; with scores of black cockroach
crawling over my face.
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I couldn't bear to see innocuous children being brutally tormented; orphans being whipped mercilessly by uncouth society,

I couldn't bear to see the crystalline sea waters being polluted by tones of barbaric oil; fishes and the vivacious aquatic life dying as an aftermath,
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When smoke grey clouds in the cosmos collided with each other,
there were monstrous reverberations of brutal thunder; succeeded by rain showers of inclement rain.

When rustically adorned leaves of the tree collided with each other,
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I was a handsome youth once,
full of robust energy, always on the prowl,
kicking stone, disheveled weeds in my path,
racing in my automobile at whirlwind speed,
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Don't make me taller than the clouds; protruding my head above realms of infinite infinity,
That I became oblivious to my fellow compatriots on earth; had to bend beyond limits of comprehension; to walk abreast their benevolent countenances.

Don't make me fairer than white ice; with an unfathomably glorious aura radiating profusely from my flesh,
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Bless my hands with indomitable fortitude; to coin my own destiny; irrespective of the uncouthly treacherous labyrinth of lines on my palms,

Bless my eyes with the tenacity to stay open even in the most acrimonious of storm; so that I relished the true essence of insurmountably exuberant adventure,
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Don't make me insensitive to the sorrows of the world; make me accept them as a part of the inevitably proceeding chapter of evolution,

Don't make me insensitive to the battalion of hardships; make me accept them as a courageously stepping stone to unprecedented success,
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You were that astronomical summit of the mountain; on which the dazzling rays of the Sun FIRST fell,

You were that magnificent shore inundated with golden sands; on which the waves of the ocean FIRST collided into bountiful froth,
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The day the carpet of voluptuous grass; stung like a million acrimonious thorns,

The day the conglomerate of mesmerizing clouds; showered mud instead of grandiloquent rain,
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Strip me of my mascara; and I'll fight you with my eyes; with untamed fires blazing in the whites of my revolving eyeballs,

Strip me of my lips; and I'll fight you with my smiles as enchanting as the profusely enigmatic forests,
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