Nikhil Parekh

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

Nails - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

When i deftly plucked heinous iron nails from the soft
trunk of maple tree,
cleaning its stalk with a blend of husk perfume and
mineral water,
despicable patches of fungal green; vanished without
leaving stingy traces,
the demeanor of lumber now transited to summit's of
and the tree swallowed fresh gulps of air; having been
hindered for several
years on the trot.

as i ripped of an assembly of wooden nails from the
sordid plaster of walls,
the contraption was left isolated with king sized
hostile beams of sunlight now sabotaged the interiors,
the rain and wind entered without formal invitation,
alongwith envious neighbours breaking barriers of
intimate privacy.

when i trimmed unruly portions of nails from my
protuberant finger,
coherently chiseling irregular indentations with the
abraded base,
the appearance of my palm thereafter left me in
dumbstruck stupor,
the hands once savage; now replicated articulate
designs of fashion,
with the fairer sex casting frivolous glances at the
web of masculinity
stripped of muddy nail.

and when i tried and evacuate colossal sized nails
from the body of Christ,
emancipating his silhouette from the ghastly prisons
of trauma,
he stringently admonished me whispering,
'let blood trickle from my arms; an ocean of tears
dribble down my cheek',
'i want to free the world from realms of pain and
enigmatic misery',
set an example by inflicting upon this body of flesh
and bone; fathomless
distress that encompasses my fellow beings.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 18, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, August 18, 2014

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