There And Then Itself Poem by Nikhil Parekh

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the police; who could vanquish the devil within instants; if using their firepower and authority; in the most righteously efficacious manner,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the press; who could bring even the ghastliest of devil to shame; by the unflinchingly triumphant power of the pen,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the wrestler; who could easily pulverize the devil into infinitesimal nothingness; with just a punch of his unsurpassably muscled arm,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the ocean; which could entirely drown the devil in whisker lengths of time; towards the most obsolete depths of treacherously rock-bottom nothingness,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the thorns; who could brutally rip apart even the goriest of devil into inanely decrepit shreds; by their mere and pecuniary caress,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the army; who could trample the devil into non-existent wisps of feckless oblivion; by merely marching under the blazing Sun; and on the pathways of righteousness,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the dungeons; which could hopelessly asphyxiate every salacious intention of the devil; into the maiming blackness of nimble submission,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the tornadoes; which could nonchalantly sweep back the devil into its indescribably unbearable hell; within just a singleton gust of strong wind,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the saint; who could render every element of ribald drudgery in the devil to inconspicuous ash; with just a single hiss of
his miraculously divine breath,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the magician; who could perpetuate
the soul of the heartless devil to forever disappear from this bountiful earth; by simply touching his mystical wand over its deteriorating contours,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the Sun; who could char even the most invisible traces of the hideous devil into meaningless chowder; by simply the power of just one of its Omnipotent morning rays,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the Politician; who could ensure that the devil rotted lifelong behind morbidly sullen prison bars; by a simple ring of the phone to his unfathomable jugglery; of astutely manipulated resources,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the Butcher; who could eventually render the devil into just a ludicrous assortment of flesh and bones; lifelessly suspended from the roof of his shop; with just one stroke of his gigantically gleaming cleaver,
No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the forests; who could miserably confound the devil till eternity, within their unendingly painstaking labyrinths of carnivorously stabbing wilderness,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the night; who could endlessly blind even an infinite eyes of the marauding devil; with its congenitally crippling vacuum of sheer Blackness,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the mirages; who could indefatigably titillate the devil into the mortuaries of imbecile devastation; thwarting its every cadaverous effort into the realms of penurious submission,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching the graveyard; which could cast such a paralyzing jinx over the tawdry devil; that it relentlessly slithered all its life like emotionless feces,

No. I wouldn't waste time in approaching my fathers and forefathers; who
could trash the devil into the corpses of wastrel decay; utilizing their experience of several hundred years and with the sword of scintillating truth,

Instead. If I find the devil; raping; tormenting; or doing anything bad to my mother; whom infact I consider my own country; my own motherland; I'll simply kill it/finish it/behead it there and then itself; without prior intimations/insinuations or justifications given to anywhere on earth; or to anyone