Nikhil Parekh

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

My Friend - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

He was as strong as an ox,
youthful exuberance pumped through his chest bones,
rich blood flowed in all veins of body,
golden sweat dripped down muddy contours of cheek,
long strands of hair rose occasionally with the wind,
snake leather belt was wound tightly to waist,
aroma of fresh sea water cologne emanated from cheek,
he stood tall several inches from the ground,
clad in crisp denim shirt and cream trousers,
my friend geared up to attend the midnight dance,
as his high powered bike left whirlwinds of dust

he traversed the vacant streets at breakneck speeds,
listening to mystical tunes of enigma,
coherently increasing wrist pressure on speed bar,
with full illumination of focus lights,
clouds of sand grains whizzed at intimate contacts of
wheel and ground,
chilly currents of winter breeze collided across his
he had a large heart residing in dormitories of self
at the moment he was a reckless maniac,
ready to blend torrential thunder with earth,
zipping like a demon past towering mansions of the
nevertheless he still would remain as my friend.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 18, 2014

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