Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

the greatest sin


Having supremely spell binding eyes was simply not a
sin at all; but pretending that you were gruesomely
blind; unable to see a step further even after
possessing them right since innocent childhood; was
the greatest sin,
Having robust complexioned feet was simply not a sin
at all; but pretending that you couldn't walk even an
inch forward; had not the slightest of capacity to run
even after possessing them right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having tenaciously knotted fingers projecting from the
palm was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that
you had grave difficulty in hoisting objects; didn't
posses the most minuscule of power to defend yourself
even after possessing them right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having dangling earlobes delectably cascading from the
periphery of your rubicund cheek was simply not a sin
at all; but pretending that you couldn't bear the
tiniest of sound; floundered miserably to decipher the
intricacy of voice even after possessing them right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having a perfectly throbbing heart palpitating in
marvelous synchrony inside your chest was simply not a
sin at all; but pretending that you just didn't have
the power to love; the virtue to embrace other humans
of your kind even after possessing it right since
innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having dual pairs of luscious lips was simply not a
sin at all; but pretending that you couldn't speak a
single word; abysmally stuttered to convey the most
infinitesimal of message to your compatriots even
after possessing them right since innocent childhood;
was the greatest sin,
Having ravishing clusters of hair on your scalp was
simply not a sin at all; but pretending that God had
kept you disdainfully bald; that your head shivered
uncontrollably in cold even after possessing them
right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having boundless lines on your glowing palm was simply
not a sin at all; but pretending that your entire life
was ruined; your progress had come to an abrupt
standstill even after possessing them right since
innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having pompously bulging muscle in your arms was
simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you were
as feeble as a mosquito; couldn't lift your very own
body even after having them right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having thousands of voluptuously tantalizing eyelashes
extruding from your lids was simply not a sin at all;
but pretending that your vision was horrendously
impaired because of their presence; the world seemed
to be an obfuscated blur even after possessing them
right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having nails as long as the lanky mountain was simply
not a sin at all; but pretending that you were unable
to make the most diminutive of indentation on soil;
simply couldn't scratch the faintest even after
possessing them right since innocent childhood; was
the greatest sin,
Having breath as passionate as sizzling fire was
simply not a sin at all; but pretending that there
wasn't enough air in the atmosphere for you to inhale;
that you could suffocate to death any minute even
after possessing them right since innocent childhood;
was the greatest sin,
Having a bucket of sweat trickling down your armpits
was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that it
was more satanic than a pool of ghastly blood;
incessantly complaining of cold and clammy skin even
though you possessed it right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having an astonishingly spell binding memory was
simply not a sin at all; but pretending that it was
your mind that killed you every unleashing second; the
brain was the cardinal culprit behind your demise even
after possessing it right since innocent childhood;
was the greatest sin,
Having scarlet rivers of blood circulating through
your veins was simply not a sin at all; but pretending
that there was no life in your nerves; not a trifle of
energy left in your demeanor even after possessing
them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest
sin,
Having a salubrious sparkling belly was simply not a
sin at all; but pretending that your digestive system
was diabolically corroded; the conglomerate of curled
intestines in your stomach were strangulating you like
a festoon of ominous snakes even after possessing it
right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having a sturdily sculptured nose extruding from your
face was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that
your entire persona was brutally mutilated; the
nostrils disgustingly disrupted your flow of
harmonious breath even after possessing it right since
innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having an insurmountably hard skull was simply not a
sin at all; but pretending that it was the main cause
for transforming all your philanthropic thoughts to as
hard as incorrigible stone even after possessing it
right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
And having an enchantingly blossoming life was simply
not a sin at all; but leading it listlessly; trudging
your way through just for the heck of it without
basking in the stupendous glory of the resplendent
moonlight even after possessing it right since
innocent childhood; was the greatest sin. 

Submitted: Sunday, August 17, 2014

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