The Perfect Swim - Poem by Nikhil Parekh
When I swam in the blistering ocean of golden sun;
infinite arenas of my body
got disastrously charred,
Indispensable centers of breath in my body got
strangulated; and I
relinquished breath with great gasps of disbelief.
When I swam in the molten ocean of iridescent moon;
there was a temperate
warmth that engulfed my persona,
The immaculate white color submerged me in entirety;
and I felt uncannily
distraught as gaseous clouds obliterated my gaze.
When I swam in a tank of bubbling acid; there were
incoherent screams that
emanated from my mouth,
The radiant complexion of my skin transited to
briquettes of coal; and the
color of my luscious lips now resembled that of my
When I swam in a river replete with frosty milk; I
cupidly devoured huge
mouthfuls of the same,
I emerged out exuberantly fresh after the swim; only
to be attacked by a
battalion of red ant and fish.
When I swam in icy streams; accumulated at the base of
the snow clad alps,
The formidable fortress of my teeth commenced to
repulsively clatter; and I
vociferously sneezed my nose; after a few seconds of
When I swam in volatile electricity; my demeanor got
stabbed with a volley of
Clusters of hair stood on my intricate scalp; and I
stared dumbfounded at the
scenario in utter bewilderment.
When I swam in a silver ocean of slippery mercury; I
rolled for marathon
distances without flexing my jugglery of muscles,
Although when inadvertently some of it slipped into
mouth; the blood abruptly
froze in my veins; with my persona transforming to a
deathly crystal blue.
When I swam in blotted water blended with traces of
obnoxious sewage; a fetid
stench flooded my nostrils,
A fleet of disdainful cockroach clambered up my shirt;
and the municipality
dumped me like a piece of discarded garbage.
When I swam in a curry of chalk powder; I had to put
onerous effort to keep
There was a severe itching in the moist pearls of my
eye; and people mistook
me for a comedian of the highest fraternity.
And eventually when I swam in bunch of her silken
hair; I felt drowned in the
savage sea of her perpetual love,
I wanted this swim to go on for times immemorial; and
I found this to be the
most PERFECT SWIM.
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