Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

to make my heart special


To make my eyes special; I feasted them on the
unfathomable repertoire of God's astounding beauty;
recounting the same to my blind mates submerged in a
blanket of derogatory despair,
To make my hands special; I hoisted innocuous orphans
high up in the air; escalating them towards their
celestial dreams,
To make my feet special; I marched and ran
indefatigable kilometers on the trot; intrepidly
fighting for my tyrannized motherland,
To make my lips special; I uninhibitedly unleashed
them into a benign smile; imparting perpetual rays of
hope to my impoverished mates in inexplicable pain,
To make my destiny special; I wholeheartedly led each
instant of my life; relishing every ray of the Golden
Sun on my nimble skin; as each minute unveiled,
To make my tongue special; I sang the harmoniously
philanthropic hymns of humanity; endeavoring my best
to unite all alike; with the irrefutable voice of
mankind,
To make my teeth special; I profoundly savored the
fruits of mother nature; propagating the essence of
blissful non-violence in every quarter of the
manipulatively violent planet,
To make my reflection special; I used it to cast
spells of rejuvenating exhilaration; upon my dreary
compatriots; sinking horrendously towards obdurate
soil,
To make my bones special; I indefatigably persevered
all night and day to achieve the ultimate mission of
my life; uplift treacherously withering humanity; to
an exotic paradise,
To make my hair special; I allowed them to drift
freely with the gushing breeze; not restraining them
to flow into any religion or creed,
To make my mind special; I fantasized intransigently
in the aisles of fabulous desire; formidably
augmenting my vision to serve planet earth; as the
days unfurled,
To make my blood special; I drained it out entirely
from my veins; enlightening the lives of those
relinquishing breath rapidly; to blend with diabolical
doomsday,
To make my shoulders special; I alighted the revered
deities of my divinely parents till times immemorial;
transporting them to the most; inconspicuously remote
places that they had always wanted,
To make my existence special; I unflinchingly kept
performing my flurry of tasks; impregnably entwining
my hands with my fellow beings in traumatic distress
and agonizing pain,
To make my ears special; I absorbed the unsurpassable
melody in the exuberant breeze; taught the demons to
relish the benign tunes of Almighty God,
To make my breath special; I planted an insurmountable
battalion of trees; bonding each puff of air I
exhaled; perennially with impeccable living beings,
To make my conscience special; I adopted the path of
everlasting righteousness; irrevocably avoiding the
temptations of salaciously lecherous desire,
To make my soul special; I left every element of its
goodness to wander far and wide across this globe;
illuminating unfound beams of optimism; in all lives
shattered and satanically buried under mountains of
utter helplessness,
And to make my heart special; I immortally loved the
person of my dreams for infinite more births to come;
letting the Omnipotent beats of our love; embrace and
exist together with over other tangible being. 

Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014

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