Nikhil Parekh

Rookie - 488 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

if the heart ever had a tongue


If the broken wall ever had a tongue; the first thing
it uttered; would be about the disdainfully inferior
quality of cement used in its construction; that had
fomented it to crumble appallingly towards soil,
If the mercilessly chopped down tree ever had a
tongue; then the first thing it uttered; would be
about the barbaric humans; who ruthlessly cut it down
to illuminate their every superficial night,
If the hazy river waters ever had a tongue; the first
thing they uttered; would be about the tyrannically
obnoxious industries; which polluted their heavenly
persona profusely every unleashing second,
If the orphaned tooth ever had a tongue; the first
thing it uttered; would be about diabolical monsters
who had so uncouthly ripped it apart from the cozy
realms of its masters mouth,
If the sands of the tumultuously blistering desert
ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would
be about the horrendous life they were bestowed upon
with; without the most minuscule droplet of sparkling
water,
If the shattered petal ever had a tongue; the first
thing it uttered; would be about the cowardly satanic
way in which the flower shed it; when confronted with
the tiniest wind of storm, '
If the pathetically deflated balloon ever had a
tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about its
royally oligarchic times in the sky; the acrimonious
bullet which pierced it through its protuberant belly;
rendering it sadly into the corpse which it currently
was,
If the overwhelmingly bashed egg ever had a tongue;
the first thing it uttered; would be about the
ominously wretched snake which stole it
surreptitiously when its mother was fast asleep;
splitting apart its nimble body into infinite halves,
If the rusty piece of jewelry ever had a tongue; the
first thing it uttered; would be about its hideously
vain mistress; who hurled it to rot in the sinister
dungeons; meting out her insurmountable frustration on
its impeccable demeanor,
If the disheveled rags of cloth ever had a tongue; the
first thing they uttered; would be about the
treacherous rioters who grappled them devilishly;
disorienting them from their handsomely stoical
posture,
If the brutally trampled whisker ever had a tongue;
then the first thing it uttered; would be about its
majestic times while embedded to the lion's snout; the
nonchalant way in which it had fallen on the ground;
when the beast was thunderously snoring,
If the bone lying morbidly in the interiors of the
obsolete castle ever had a tongue; the first thing it
uttered; would be about the robust body of the prince
it once upon a time inhabited; the gory moment when
its master breathed his very last; to leave it
decaying even centuries after his death,
If the disastrously melting mountains of ice-cream ever
had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be
about the acerbically dictatorial rays of the Sun
which had compelled them to completely loose their
identity,
If the dismally corroded mouse-trap ever had a tongue;
the first thing it uttered; would be about how much it
abhorred imprisoning filthily stinking mice; how much
it desired to be placed in flamboyantly dazzling
sunshine,
If the sleazily colored bundles of cotton ever had a
tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about
the unfathomably commercial farmer; plucking them
indiscriminately from their immaculate buds; selling
them at a price when infact they were priceless,
If the blanket of grass blades ever had a tongue; the
first thing they uttered; would be about the demons
transgressing indefatigably on their voluptuous
carpet; pulverizing their silken softness with
indigenous feet,
If the splattered splinters of glass lying forlorn on
the floor ever had a tongue; the first thing they
uttered; would be about the pertinently irascible
hordes of children; who had made them taste dust; with
their obdurate cricket balls,
If the solitarily wandering soul ever had a tongue;
the first thing it uttered; would be about the
inexplicable agony it was besieged with; the utter
helplessness that it was thoroughly engulfed with;
when it simply couldn't help its loved ones in
distress,
And if the broken heart ever had a tongue; the first
thing it uttered; would be about how much it craved to
be loved; how much it craved for that immortal love in
its life once again; which it unfortunately couldn't
get. 

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

Topic of this poem: poetry


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