The Man In The Photograph - Poem by Nikhil Parekh
The man in the photograph didn't withdraw air from
While I breathed several times a single minute.
The man in the photograph didn't laugh at a hilarious
While I burst into volleys of laughter at mention of
the slightest satire.
The man in the photograph didn't feel at all thirsty,
While I couldn't suffice without water for more than
The man in the photograph wore an impeccable white
shirt; devoid of creases,
While the garments that fitted my body were with
blotches of stain and
The man in the photograph didn't budge a fraction of
While I tossed and turned with growing spurts of
The man in the photograph was clad in threadbare
clothes even in chilly
While I draped my persona with furry covers of pure
The man in the photograph never developed shabby
stubble of beard,
While I shaved my skin scrupulously twice in a single
The man in the photograph didn't sweat drops of
While I shed water from my armpits every unfolding
second in the sun.
The man in the photograph didn't sit for years on the
While I needed to rest occasionally on the
ergonomically sculptured leather
The man in the photograph didn't expurgate his bowels,
While I made frequent journeys to the bathroom after
devouring plum juice and
The man in the photograph didn't cough when tickled by
While I erupted into an earth shattering sneeze when
struck by cold.
The man in the photograph was holistically phlegmatic,
While I was full of volatile energy; ready to plunge
into the sea of
The man in the photograph had black hair since times
While I had acquired grizzly streaks of white with the
onset of age.
The man in the photograph didn't struggle to earn
While I worked at frantic pace to make my livelihood.
As a matter of fact; the man in the photograph had died
And I was still living; all set to change the
complexion of this earth.
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