Nikhil Parekh

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

Service To The Divine! - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Service to all those gruesomely blinded; unable to
sight even an infinitesimal iota of their reflection
in the most brilliant of sunlight; is irrefutably true
service to the divine,

Service to all those pathetically maimed; disastrously
stumbling for life on each step; is irrefutably true
service to the divine,

Service to all those mentally bereaved; wholesomely
immune to the wonderfully bountiful beauty around; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those abominably orphaned; uncouthly
bereft of the ones they solely loved and adored; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those tyrannically lambasted; brutally
kicked from all quarters of the treacherous society;
is irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those saddeningly deaf; devastatingly
unable to hear even the most thunderous sound that
uttered from their throat; is irrefutably true service
to the divine,

Service to all those miserably dumb; groping till
times immemorial in a whirlpool of ghastly darkness;
is irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to those inexplicably gloomy; wandering
maniacally with the whiplash of barbaric destiny upon
their shoulder; is irrefutably true service to the
divine,

Service to all those penuriously widowed; bearing the
savagery of the vindictive world after the departure
of their mates; is irrefutably true service to the
divine,

Service to all those disdainfully oppressed; being
unrelentingly condemned by spuriously bombastic and
diabolical power leaders; is irrefutably true service
to the divine,

Service to all those remorsefully lonely; existing for
the remainder of their lives in dungeons of ominous
morbidity and obsolescence; is irrefutably true
service to the divine,

Service to all those ludicrously crumbling; being
pulverized every instant at the hands of the satanic
devil for ostensibly no fault of theirs; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those indefatigably rotting; stagnating
under the onslaught of the evil in the corridors of
pernicious hell; is irrefutably true service to the
divine,

Service to all those unfathomably shivering; blending
prematurely with threadbare soil without a roof to
harbor their heads; is irrefutably true service to the
divine,

Service to all those penalizingly enslaved; devilishly
forced to lick the dirt all sweltering day and sullen
night; is irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those insidiously crippled; slithering
without arms and feet on ditheringly cold ground; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those precariously famished;
extinguishing into nothingness as the winds of
tumultuously torturous starvation took complete
control; is irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to the staggeringly impoverished; surviving in
gutters of malicious hatred well below the poverty
line; is irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those viciously injured; with agonizing
blood oozing from their immaculate veins
indiscriminately refraining to cease the slightest; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Over and above all; Service to all mankind;
irrespective of caste; creed; religion and color
alike; is irrefutably true service to the divine 


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 14, 2014


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