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When I wore a bangle of pointed thorns on my wrists;
they got apathetically
scarred,
A series of raw bruise developed with the unleashing
hour; and ravines of warm
blood trickled down my fingers.
When I put on a bangle of live reptile on my hands; it
tickled me
voraciously,
The venomous creature hissed enchantingly for a while;
eventually striking its
perfidious(disloyal) fangs indiscriminately in my
flesh.
When I wore a bangle of dead frog on my wrists; there
wafted an unbearable
stench in the atmosphere,
Also the skin in proximity with the contraption
developed a plethora of
infection; catering to a host of abominable insects.
When I wore a bangle of sea shell on my wrists; it
initially imparted me a
majestic look,
But the exhilaration soon faded; as a fleet of slimy
worm came crawling from
the inside recesses.
When I wore a bangle impregnated with ravishing honey
on my wrists; it
glimmered tenaciously in the midday sun,
Although after a few hours I found; the obstreperous
humming bees encircling
it perceiving it to be their hive.
When I wore a bangle of insipid grass on my wrists;
the frigid blades tickled
me pertinently,
And every now and then; I had to scratch my flesh;
executing overwhelming
force of my finger nail.
When I wore a bangle of jingling metal on my wrists;
it glittered profoundly
under the creamy moon,
However it provoked me to the threshold of irritation;
as it produced
cacophonic noise; every time I moved my hand.
When I wore a bangle of pure gold on my wrists; it
incarcerated the attention
of several pedestrians,
The penurious could hardly believe their eyes;
immediately chalked astute
plans of actions to steal it.
When I wore a bangle of elephant teeth on my wrists;
it highlighted richness
blended with rustic tradition,
Although I felt pervaded with remorse for the colossal
beast; nostalgically
reminisced the agony it must have felt while dying.
And finally when I wore the bangle of our love on my
wrists; all my
apprehensions vanished into minute oblivion,
My hands; my persona; and the coordination of my
senses all got astronomically
reinvigorated; and they seemed to be gaining strength
as each day unveiled
into perilous night.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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