In Every Bit Of Poem by Nikhil Parekh

In every bit of white enamel engulfing teeth; there sleeps calcium,
in every bit of morbid stone; there sleeps a radiant crystal,
in every bit of green grass; there sleeps a blissful dew drop,
in every bit of scorched sand; there sleeps a penchant for rain,
in every bit of blood strewn on the floor; there sleeps tumultuous pain,
in every bit of scalp hair emanating; there sleeps white flakes of dandruff,
in every bit of time piece wound on the wrist; there sleeps hands of hour and unleashing minute,
in every bit of dazzling sun ball; there sleeps indispensable beams of stringent light,
in every bit of the century old mansion; sleeps compressed briquettes of dust,
in every bit of satiny web lingering from the wall; there sleeps an innocuous spider,
in every bit of sapphire blue sky; there sleeps an innocuous cloud,
in every bit of castor seed oil; there sleeps a ravishing fragrance,
in every bit of copious saliva; there sleeps an army of germ,
in every bit of woven gold mattress; there sleeps a royal king,
in every bit of poetic verse; there sleeps an enigmatic meaning,
in every bit of scarlet rose; there sleeps a wrinkled petal,
in every bit of pachyderm feet; sleeps polished nails of ivory,
in every bit of mother's heart; there sleeps perennial affinity,
in every bit of fiendish monster; there sleeps perpetual animosity,
and in every bit of the omniscient Creator; there sleeps magnanimous love.