There Was No Man Born Perfect Poem by Nikhil Parekh

There is no tree born on this earth which does not shed its leaves; remains inundated with complete foliage even in austere autumn and tumultuous storm,

There is no pond born on this earth which does not evaporate a trifle during blistering summer; swells towards the summit of the clouds even under fiery
rays of the Sun,

There is no road born on this earth which does not get sordid as vehicles pass by; regains its sparkling and virgin complexion even as truck loads of dust traverses in disdain,

There is no flower born on this earth which does not wither; blossoms perennially even in rampant massacre and thunderous rain,

There is no muscle born on this earth which does not dwindle; remains as bulging as the colossal mountain even as perilous and old age crept in,

There is no sound born on this earth which keeps on reverberating for decades on the trot; does not lower its decibel and intensity even an iota after emanating from the mouth,

There is no bird born on this earth which keeps on soaring incessantly in the air; without showing any signs of plummeting towards the ground; drifting off to blissful sleep,

There is no eye born on this earth which does not effusively cry; remains as stoical as white ice even in bizarre affliction and inexplicable distress,

There is no cheek born on this earth which does not blush; remains as morbid as the dead corpse even when voraciously tickled by the person whom it passionately loved,

There is no fist born on this earth which incessantly keeps punching to win mighty battles that came its way; remains as hard as obdurate stone even when viciously attacked by a battalion of bombs and acerbic sword,

There is no star born on this earth which keeps on shimmering even in dazzling daylight; tries to conquer even against the most blistering ray of the Sun,

There is no lip born on this earth which does not purse; remains as horrendous as sooty charcoal even when kissed blazingly by the person of its dreams,

There is no soil born on this earth which keeps on producing fathomless clusters of tantalizing fruit; doesn't succumb like infinite others in its fraternity to the
onslaught of uncouth drought,

There is no mouth born on this earth which does not yawn; keeps locked as tight as the prison door as each day unveils itself into chilly night,

There is no dog born on this earth which does not wag its bushy tail; remains dumb and impassive even after sighting its master,

There is no mosquito born on this earth which does not sting; rests as harmoniously as the immaculate angel even when surrounded by bodies of robust flesh and
rubicund demeanor,

There is no pen born on this earth which keeps on indefatigably writing; embosses volumes after volumes of books even after the last fraction of ink in its body is completely exhausted,

There is no mother born on this earth who does not care for her new born child; strangulates her baby; infact the very blood which she had painstakingly spawned,

And there is no man born on this earth who is absolutely perfect; achieving astronomical heights by the mere swish of his little finger; executing each aspect of life to envious perfection; and if indeed there is one such individual who actually had the power to metamorphose the entire Universe into enchanting paradise; then he wasn't even the slightest resemblance of man; for he was infact OMNIPRESENT GOD.