Nikhil Parekh

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

still the richest


Not a single cloth to camouflage my devastatingly
tottering body; as I trespassed like a ghoulishly
grotesque ghost; through the uncouthly chilly winds of
vengefully freezing winter,
Not a single penny in my brutally bedraggled pockets;
as I insanely loitered like a barbaric lunatic;
through the lanes of overwhelmingly stinking poverty;
and depraving cowardice,
Not a single sound in my satanically rotting throat;
as I groped like a parsimoniously dumb rat; through
the painstakingly debilitated corridors; of dolorous
doom and deprivation,
Not a single hair to envelop my penuriously gleaming
scalp; as I became an unsurpassable mountain of
deplorable ridicule for the rich and rustically
impoverished; alternatively and alike,
Not a single shade to entrench my hopelessly deadened
facial contours; as I pathetically stumbled on every
step; into a dungeon of ghastly depression and
horrendous prejudice,
Not a single blush encompassing my haplessly
beleaguered cheeks; as I frigidly slithered like
colorlessly asphyxiated water; through the deserts of
sweltering solitude,
Not a single jewel embellishing my capriciously
dithering flesh; as I got inevitably spat upon; by
even the most despicably nonchalant of pigs,
Not a single smile encapsulating my unfathomably
cracked and sleazy lips; as I fulminated into an
unending volley of remorseful tears; even in the most
vibrantly ecstatic moments of vivid life,
Not a single fantasy in my lecherously manipulative
brain; as I parasitically sucked whatever I could lay
my hands upon; to holistically survive,
Not a single line on my insidiously lackadaisical
palms; as I maniacally groped without the slightest of
direction; destiny and ambition; for centuries
immemorial,
Not a single twinkle in my treacherously withering
eyes; as I invidiously sighted nothing but hideously
commercial corruption; even in the most majestic land
of the handsomely divine,
Not a single muscle in my abominably delirious arms;
as I got wholesomely pulverized by even the most
minuscule ants; the instants that they nimbly brushed
by my disgustingly flailing side,
Not a single morsel of food in my tyrannically
famished stomach; as I approached veritable extinction
more vociferously by the unfurling minute; with a
cloud of abhorrent darkness incorrigibly lingering
around my bizarrely annihilated persona,
Not a single shadow emanating from my profusely
penalized countenance; as I aimlessly wandered without
an entity of my own; through the lanes of murderously
crippling doom,
Not a single cheer in my severely deprived demeanor;
as I embraced the walls of lugubrious nonchalance; to
be worthlessly squelched to piles of inconspicuous
ash; on every path that I tread,
Not a single fortification in my savagely strangulated
senses; as I disappeared into wisps of non-existent
oblivion; at the tiniest puff of air that wafted; from
the irascibly pertinent mosquitoes mouth,
Not a single enchantment in my devilishly maimed
veins; as I blended with threadbare granules of
insipid dust on the baseless streets; devouring
obdurately dreary stones hurled at me by the entire
planet; and from every possible side,
Not a single breath in my sullenly constipated
nostrils; as I relinquished even the most
infinitesimal desire to survive; even as I was in the
pristine prime of everlasting youth,
But still the most richest man on this Universe; as I
had her pricelessly invincible heartbeats; the
immortal river of her Godly love; perpetually
imprisoned in the inner most arenas of my chest;
fulminating like a princess unassailable; and forever
mine. 

Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014

Topic of this poem: poetry


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