Fear - Poem by Nikhil Parekh
The twin horned cow prays to god,
for fear of not producing frosty rich cream milk.
the scorched patch of infertile land prays to god,
for fear of not yielding consumable grains of food.
the large butcher knife prays to god,
for fear of not being able to slain obdurate chunks of
meat, a cluster of
the devilish chain of mountain prays to god,
for fear of collapsing, when struck my cyclonic wind
the enchanting elevation of the edifice
prays to god,
for fear of being charred by flaming fires, transiting
into realms of
the light brown crab on the slippery beach prays to
for fear of being trampled to death by bulky soles of
airborne birds in the sky pray to god,
for fear of snapping their wings, nose-diving thereby
towards the uncouth
surface of earth.
the juicy fruit of apple prays to god,
for fear of being pecked by venomous reptile injecting
paltry vials of
innocent orphan children pray to god,
for fear of being stashed like truckloads of garbage.
immaculately white satin cloth prays to god,
for fear of developing disdainful blotches and stain.
the lush green blades of grass pray to god,
for fear of being devoured by the roaming stray
the ornately exquisite mercedes prays to god,
for fear of being brutally bashed by tankers holding
the emerald green waters of ocean pray to god,
for fear of being contaminated by gun powder and
residue of missiles.
appetizing slabs of pure chocolate pray to god,
for fear of harbouring an army of red ant and insects.
suspended wires of cable pray to god,
for fear of electrocuting all those in proximity after
fresh spells of
the croaking frog in the lake prays to god,
for fear of being swallowed by killer lizards on the
humans existing on this earth pray to god,
for fear of losing their lives, starving like the
desert camel bereft of
i pray to god,
for fear of being seperated from the person i loved,
the ones i really cared
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