Even Before I Could Take Birth Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Even before I could open my lips; he had already decided what was I going to speak; the synchronized order in which I would utter each word,

Even before I could hoist my foot; he had already decided which portions of earth I would tread on; the intricate path I would weave towards victory,

Even before I could open my wardrobe; he had already decided the garments I would adorn; the most minuscule of attire I would use to engulf myself lavishly from head to toe,

Even before I could let my mind loose; he had already decided my dream; the exotic fairies that I would perceive floating delectably in the colossal Universe,

Even before I could manipulate my fingers; he had already decided what I was going to write; inundate countless sheets of blank paper with incomprehensible verses of pure literature,

Even before I could open my eyes; he had already decided what I would sight; profoundly admire all the enchanting things that he had evolved in this world,

Even before I could turn the pages of the textbook; he had already decided the route of my career; the ensemble of degrees and accolades which I would be bestowed upon in this lifetime of mine,

Even before I could feel hungry; he had already decided the food I would consume; the morsels of sumptuous fruit I would masticate in relish in order to appease my gluttony,

Even before I could contemplate time; he had already decided the hour which I would blissfully sleep; the hour which I would be as awake as the vivaciously
chirping bird,

Even before I could lift color; he had already decided the exquisite shapes I would embody on the canvas; capturing the spell binding beauty of the gargantuan
gorge with the rustic strokes of my bushy paint brush,

Even before I could raise my hands to fight; he had already decided the unsurpassable territories that I would conquer; the number of diabolical demons which I would trample with the Herculean strength circulating in my arms,

Even before I could strain my ears; he had already decided the sounds I would hear; the infinitesimal voices of tinkling feet that would flood my soul with unprecedented happiness,

Even before I could love; he had already decided the girl whom I was going to marry; the woman who would make my life; in all respects solid and blissfully complete,

Even before I could pray; he had already decided the wishes I would ask for; the things I desired to fervently posses by my bedside,

Even before I could start to work; he had already decided the color of my sweat; the amount of effort I would have to put in; in order to metamorphose all my
dreams into veritable reality,

Even before I commenced from my dwelling; he had already decided the places I would frequent; the roads I would transgress in the course of my adventurous expedition,

Even before I could admire my reflection; he had already decided the supremely dainty contours of my face; the perfect physiognomy that a human could ever
have been endowed with,

Even before I could take my last breath; he had already decided the space in heaven which I would occupy; the balance and equilibrium of all the good and bad that I had committed on this earth,

And even before I could take birth; he had already decided the number of breaths I would take in this life; the actual and exact path it would take; the real route of my destiny.