Nikhil Parekh

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

Grave Problems - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to bathe; scrupulously scrub every
pore of your nimble skin; every once in 24 hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to speak; vehemently inundate the
silent granaries of the atmosphere with your
obstreperously indignant voice; every once in 24
hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to admire; tirelessly hum praises
about Natures enthrallingly bountiful gifts; every
once in 24 hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to joke; sadistically tyrannize all
those disparagingly suffering with your
unceremoniously cacophonic guffaws; every once in 24
hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to blaze; unflinchingly brandish the
most supreme tips of swords on your belly; every once
in 24 hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to manipulate; astutely extract the
optimum benefit from conceivably every echelon of the
society; every once in 24 hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to flirt; philander with ten
titillating vixens at a single time; every once in 24
hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to sleep; thunderously perpetuate the
celestial air with your never-ending snores; every
once in 24 hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to wink; cavort beyond the realms of
infinite infinity with alien seductresses; every once
in 24 hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to triumph; blisteringly gallop past
the boundaries of castrated malice; every once in 24
hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to eat; monstrously deluge the
inexorably rapacious tank of your stomach with the
most tantalizing of delicacies; every once in 24
hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to innovate; intrepidly evolve a
civilization of unfathomably fascinating intrigue;
every once in 24 hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to brush; punctiliously cleanse the
periphery of your already scintillating teeth; every
once in 24 hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to astoundingly memorize; cram spell
binding lines of literature and mathematics to the
most unprecedented of your capacity; every once in 24
hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to walk; mercilessly pulverize
fathomless molecules of holistic mud as you marched;
every once in 24 hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to mesmerize; stupendously enchant
every cranny of this Universe with your inborn
talents; every once in 24 hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to splurge; lasciviously proclaim your
overwhelming affluence to the entire planet outside;
every once in 24 hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to drink wine; insatiably inebriate
even the most ethereally oblivious of your senses with
vivid elixirs; every once in 24 hours,
There was not the slightest of problem at all if you
didn't remember to breathe; greedily trying to capture
every speck of air in the atmosphere into your lungs;
every once in 24 hours,
But there were grave problems; infact there were the
most treacherous apocalypses of extinction waiting to
devour you; there were the most sinister hell's of
deceitful lies and preposterously decaying chicanery
waiting to rip you apart into a countless pieces; if
you didn't love an infinite times in a single day;
diffuse its Immortal essence to one and all of your
kind; ubiquitously alike. 


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