Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

what use was it?


What use was it to give an infinite exuberantly salty waves of the
undulating sea; to the nimbly grazing cow; for whom the ultimate
paradise
was in nothing else; but the impregnably celestial fields of bountiful
grass?
What use was it to give an infinite unending skies to the boisterously
bubbling bee; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but
the
mellifluously enchanting walls of its tiny little rhapsodic hive?
What use was it to give an infinite mists of surreally tantalizing
laziness
to the blisteringly patriotic soldier; for whom the ultimate paradise
was in
nothing else; but the blazing battlefield of war fearlessly fighting
for his
venerated motherland?
What use was it to give an infinite disdainfully monotonous and
corporate
clocks to the sensuously untamed poet; for whom the ultimate paradise
was in
nothing else; but the dreamland of uninhibitedly unending and ecstatic
wilderness?
What use was it to give an infinite bombastically ebullient racecourses
to
the treacherously maimed; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing
else; but his reclusively darkened room with quintessential morsels of
water; humanity and food?
What use was it to give an infinite incomprehensible scripts of
aristocratically fantastic literature to the majestic bird; for whom
the
ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but untainted bits of pristinely
magnanimous sky?
What use was it to give an infinite castles of glistening gold to the
newly
born infant; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but
the
Omnipotently sacrosanct lap of its heavenly mother?
What use was it to give an infinite regale deserts to the effulgently
leaping fish; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but
the
waves of the unceasingly tangy sea?
What use was it to give an infinite battalion of swanky cars to the
royally
parading lion; for whom the ultimate was in nothing else; but the
rapaciously tantalizing outgrowths of the wonderfully arcane forests?
What use was it to give an infinite idols of the Omnipresent Lord to
the
contumaciously cold-blooded murderer; for whom the ultimate paradise
was in
nothing else; but innocent blood barbarically spewing around?
What use was it to give an infinite jars of honey to the rambunctiously
slithering spider; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else;
but
resplendently silken strands of the unbelievably articulate web?
What use was it to give an infinite thrones embellished with
mesmerizing
diamonds to the tirelessly sauntering camel; for whom the ultimate
paradise
was in nothing else; but the vividly shimmering sands of the insatiably
sweltering desert?
What use was it to give an infinite firmaments of unconquerable truth
to the
disgracefully delinquent politician; for whom the ultimate paradise was
in
nothing else; but the ghoulishly decrepit maelstroms of diabolical
bloodshed
and manipulative prejudice?
What use was it to give an infinite spiffy pop songs to the torturously
estranged and kicked dog; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing
else; but the cacophonic bark which emanated congenitally from his
mouth;
and the compassionate feet of his master?
What use was it to give an infinite harmoniously salubrious vegetables
to
the hideously hungry crocodile; for whom the ultimate paradise was in
nothing else; but the scent of effusively reinvigorating and insanely
pulverized human flesh and bone?
What use was it to give an infinite perspicaciously terrestrial
preachings
to the frigidly century old corpse; for whom the ultimate paradise was
in
nothing else; but performing penance in the aisles of Heaven or Hell;
wherever the Lord placed it with the unraveling moment?
What use was it to give an infinite well's of exquisitely immaculate
curd to
the hedonistic termite; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing
else;
but obsoletely dilapidated pieces of orphaned and clammily
deteriorating
wood?
And what use was it to give an infinite civilizations of currency coin
to
the passionately thundering heart; for whom the ultimate paradise was
in
nothing else; but the unassailable beats of immortal love; love and
solely
immortal love?  

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

Topic(s): poetry


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