Nikhil Parekh

Freshman - 508 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

Back In Business. - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

As soon as the rain came tumbling tempestuously from
crimson sky; the acrimoniously scorching desert sands
were blissfully back in business,
As soon as tendrils of scrumptiously green grass came
upon the treacherously barren slopes; the miserably
divested cow was radiantly back in business,
As soon as the spellbindingly boisterous bee came to
uninhibitedly philander in the disparagingly lambasted
garden; the derogatorily squandered rose was
ingratiatingly back in business,
As soon as invincible blankets of iron came to
majestically blend with inconspicuously frigid mud;
the pathetically emaciated iron was astoundingly back
in business,
As soon as skies of unparalleled challenge came to
As soon as rhapsodic undulations of sea water came to
monotonously nondescript land; the flagrantly
slavering fish were celestially back in business,
As soon as untamed whirlpools of ebulliently ravishing
breeze came to the lugubriously still atmosphere; the
egregiously devastated birds were bountifully back in
As soon as exuberantly iridescent rainbows came to the
fathomlessly lackadaisical skies; the disastrously
dwindling peacocks were euphorically back in business,
As soon as mystically luminescent nightfall came to
the torturously bereaved forests; the disdainfully
silent snakes were triumphantly back in business,
As soon as fireballs of unlimited compassion came to
the fabric of manipulatively estranged planet; the
derogatorily deteriorating artist was royally back in
As soon as the mists of relentlessly cavorting
mischief came to the sonorously morbid atmosphere; the
forlornly trembling butterfly was connubially back in
As soon as streams of mellifluously vibrant beauty
came to every cranny of this murderously bellicose
planet; the fantastically fantasizing and holistic
brain was gloriously back in business,
As soon as the resplendently twinkling circus came to
the ghoulishly beleaguered mortuary; the truculently
whipped clowns were enthusiastically back in business,
As soon as winds of luxuriously opulence came to every
dilapidated street of this impoverished planet; the
hoarsely extradited beggars were victoriously back in
As soon as mirrors of unassailably egalitarian
selflessness came to this venomously lecherous earth;
the traumatically extinguishing flames of truth and
pristinely untainted unity; were jubilantly back in
As soon as shadows of intriguingly princely silkenness
came to the jaggedly corrugated periphery of earth;
the dementedly delirious fairies were wholeheartedly
back in business,
As soon as the corridors of unshakable hope came to
the corpses of horrendously maiming stagnation; the
despondently fading beams of enlightenment were
unflinchingly back in business,
As soon as fearlessly exotic air came to the
gruesomely stuttering jacket of penurious lungs; the
diabolically shivering bloodstreams were timelessly
back in business,
As soon as undefeated infernos of impeccable integrity
came to the politically corrupt civilization; the
rapidly sagging Sun of patriotism was unconquerably
back in business,
And as soon as fathomless gorge's of immortal love
came to the preposterously sinful coffins of ghostly
betrayal; the haplessly silent and unfortunate heart
was perpetually back in business. 

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