Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

cry


If only my tears; could forever wash away the brutal disparities of
mankind; the invidious discrimination that divided the spellbindingly
united human race; into salacious segments of nothingness,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the devastating loneliness
from every hapless orphans face; the deplorably crucifying solitude
that it faced at the hands of amorphously heartless destiny,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the preposterously crippling
blackness from every blind eye; cadaverously hurtling towards the
coffins of hopelessness right since the first cry of birth,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the baselessly maiming
idiosyncrasies in the name of religion; which transformed life harder
than the most obdurate of stone; every unfurling instant,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the feckless abhorrence from
every prejudiced heart; which criminally masticated even the freshest
form of existence; into meaningless bits of oblivion,
If only my tears; could forever wash away disdainfully emaciating
impoverishment; those inevitably stabbing pangs of hunger which
converted even the most sensible living being; into an unkempt devil,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the obnoxiously venomous
smoke and dust from every blissful leaf on the city streets; the
maliciously deteriorating human spit that dribbled down the tree
roots,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the senseless negativities
from each living brain; the inexplicably traumatizing depression that
worthlessly rendered exuberant life; as a sinfully lifeless pillar,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the footprints of
vindictively assassinating anarchy; the inconsolable wounds inflicted
upon the nimble; by the hedonistic Lordships of malevolently corrupt
power,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the livid superiority in
every mans voice; the wretchedly lambasting domination that he
abominably asserted on every sacred woman's womb,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the inextricably lethal
scars left on mother nature's belly; by rampantly pulverizing
powerhouses of robotic commercialism,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the surreptitiously
blasphemous glances; which were cast on every innocuous widow's
countenance; by the rapaciously thwarted society outside,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the stains of morbidly gory
blood; which ignominiously flourished on the heart of mother earth;
after every heartlessly massacring war,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the inveterate arrogance of
human creation; the inanely beheading aridness that even the closest
of blood-relations displayed to each other; in pursuit of worldly
greed and fame,
If only my tears; could forever wash away every divorce that
unceremoniously occurred between a husband and wife; the non-existent
suspicions that they harbored against each other,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the disastrously impeaching
emptiness in every source of existence; the unfathomable trauma of
having to lead life to the fullest; without the priceless beloved,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the shame of every naked
organism on the tawdrily freezing streets; the ramifications of
intolerable penuriousness that wafted from every exploited and
malnourished chest,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the silence of despairingly
uncouth death; the state of irrevocably lamenting helplessness that
then enshrouded every ingredient of the atmosphere,
Then. O! Yes absolutely and irrefutably then. Irrespective of how
cowardly the world outside termed me to be. I was prepared to forever
and ever and ever CRY. 

Submitted: Sunday, August 17, 2014

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