The Worst Thing Poem by Nikhil Parekh

The worst thing that could have happened to a fish; was that it fell innocently in the midst of the sweltering desert instead of slithering voluptuously in its tank,

The worst thing that could have happened to a cockroach; was that it found itself perched at the top of a kingly throne; instead of feasting its tentacles on the foul smell of the lavatory,

The worst thing that could have happened to a loaded gun; was that it found itself hurled right into the heart of the salty sea; instead of firing a pugnacious volley of bullets,

The worst thing that could have happened to a cow; was that it was placed in an ambience engulfed with rotten garbage; instead of wandering blissfully on the
pristine and green slopes,

The worst thing that could have happened to a tongue; was that it was dipped mercilessly into fuming water; instead of sipping delectable pints of herbal tea,

The worst thing that could have happened to a bee; was that it was compelled to swim in a pond replete with saliva; instead of boisterously evolving gallons of
sweet honey in its hive,

The worst thing that could have happened to a soldier; was that he was stationed to feed new born children; instead of fighting valiantly in the battlefield of war,

The worst thing that could have happened to a cloud; that it was brutally dissipated by invidious space crafts; instead of coalescing into a dense conglomerate; and showering tantalizing droplets of rain,

The worst thing that could have happened to an eyeball; was getting exposed to a field of acrimonious thorns; instead of imparting it with an incessant stream of revitalizing moisture,

The worst thing that could have happened to a golden ring; was that it was gruesomely dumped several feet beneath the earth; instead of scintillating magnificently under pearly rays of the majestic moon,

The worst thing that could have happened to a priest; was drifting inevitably towards salacious desires; instead of inexorably drowning the mind, body and soul; in the service of Almighty Lord,

The worst thing that could have happened to the feet; was to walk on blistering embers of fire; instead of stepping on a carpet of flocculent silk and Persian
wool,

The worst thing that could have happened to a slab of ice; was being kept on the fire sizzling full throttle; instead of basking away in the interiors of the glorious refrigerator,

The worst thing that could have happened to a building; was that it was constructed in the zone of the devastating earthquake; instead of standing tall and fortified on chunks of healthy soil,

The worst thing that could have happened to the gargantuan bubble of soap; was that it was pierced a few seconds after it rose; instead of swelling profoundly and proliferating many other of its kind in the atmosphere,

The worst thing that could have happened to a child; was to get orphaned as soon as he took birth; instead of frolicking merrily in the arms of his mother,

The worst thing that could have happened to seasoned sticks of firewood; was bearing the brunt of unrelenting rain and culminate into a rot; instead of igniting into crackling flames in the starry night,

The worst thing that could have happened to a car; was stuttering every minute while clambering up the hills; instead of whizzing through the mystical lanes of the valley at kingly speeds,

The worst thing that could have happened to a contemporary watch; was to stop ticking; instead of accurately depicting time every unfurling second of the day,

And the worst thing that could have happened to me was; sitting like a moron in the office; browsing through a labyrinth of bulky files and papers; instead of gallivanting on the hills with my beloved; and simultaneously penning down emphatically enchanting lines of poetry.