Against The Devil's Whine Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Don't fight in the name of Religion; the same Religion which gave you your own identity to impregnably exist in the first place; fervently worship one particular form of Godhead till the last breath of your life,

Don't fight in the name of Color; the same Color which bestowed upon you your very inimitably charismatic personality; amidst billions of different organism on the trajectory of this fathomlessly effulgent Universe,

Don't fight in the name of Blood; the same Blood which perennially perpetuated the feeling of exuberant rebirth in every ingredient of your persona; even as you were just about to embrace the gallows of gory death,

Don't fight in the name of Height; the same Height which timelessly endowed
you with your very own blissfully clambering stature; over every conceivable element of feckless mud on planet divine,

Don't fight in the name of Power; the same Power which infallibly bestowed upon you the united conviction; to tackle every insidious adversity with your unflinchingly royal stride,

Don't fight in the name of Nationality; the same Nationality which profoundly enshrouded even the most infinitesimal shades of your personality; with the flag of its majestically unconquerable individuality,

Don't fight in the name of Motherland; the same Motherland which so compassionately bore even the most egregious of your idiosyncrasies not just
for 9 months; but for an infinite more enchanting lifetimes,

Don't fight in the name of Superiority; the same Superiority which harmoniously ensured that you timelessly towered like the ultimate prince; alongwith every other organism of your kind,

Don't fight in the name of Heaven; the same Heaven which perpetually ensured
that you invincibly burgeoned in the cradle of paradise; where existed nothing else but the unassailably priceless hilt of truth,

Don't fight in the name of God; the same God who miraculously caressed your
impoverished existence in an infinite shapes and forms; every unfurling second of your enigmatically sparkling life,

Don't fight in the name of Holy Scripture; the same Holy Scripture which
indefatigably and ardently taught you just one thing; that every living organism irrespective of caste; creed; stature and tribe; is wondrously alike,

Don't fight in the name of Democracy; the same Democracy which endlessly
allowed you to palpitate in the beat of undefeated freedom; exercise your very own symbiotic right to the most unprecedented of your capacity,

Don't fight in the name of Flesh; the same Flesh which magically aroused every tangible pore of your skin to even the most insouciant vibration of the atmosphere; triggered in you the most sensuously tantalizing sensations of all times,

Don't fight in the name of Signature; the same Signature which represented the true resoluteness of your personality; irrespective of your wealth or stature,

Don't fight in the name of Temple/Mosque/Church/Monastery; the same Temple/Mosque/Church/Monastery; in which you sought indefinite refuge;
In your times of inexplicably assassinating duress,

Don't fight in the name of Food; the same Food whose quintessentially synergistic ingredients; eventually became the undyingly resurgent swirl of blood in even the most oblivious of your veins,

Don't fight in the name of Wealth; the same Wealth which so handsomely replenished every perceivable of your mortal need; and put even the most
acrimoniously frazzled nerve of yours to bountiful sleep,

Don't fight in the name of Love; the same Love which made you forever feel
the most insuperably priceless organism alive; and the closest to the heartbeat of the Omniscient Creator Divine,

Instead; if you really had this impudently boiling urge to fight; then please all of you on planet earth unite together in the religion of eternal humanity; and fight till death AGAINST the name and even the tiniest innuendo of the devil's whine.