After Every Devil There Is God Poem by Nikhil Parekh

After Every Devil There Is God



After every gruesome night; there rises the brilliant day; with the sun dazzling profoundly in the sky,

After every storm; there descends a celestial stillness; that impregnates the ambience with unprecedented peace,

After every anecdote of horrendous pain; there is unparalleled joy; signs of triumph and ecstatic jubilation,

After every turbulent wave that rises to astronomical heights in the sea; there is sedate water; which languidly floats towards the shores,

After every savage slope of the treacherous mountain there lies the sweet valley; inundating the atmosphere with its mysticism and charm,

After every whirlwind accompanied with gusty currents of wild wind; there is plain dust; which meekly settles on all quarters of exposed surface,

After every bout of epidemic fever; there lies immunity to infection compounded with sporadic spurts of robust health,

After every spell of frozen winter; there lies enchanting summer; with infinite springs of molten liquid cascading down,

After every winding road aligned with a plethora of acerbic barricades; there lies
the impeccably straight lane,

After every shrub of the acrimoniously thorny cactus; lies the crimson and fragrant rose,

After every ominous black cloud ready to pelt down thunderous rain; there lies the crystal blue network of clear sky,

After every island of adulterated fertilizer crop; there lies the innocuous and tall tree,

After every dark space in the colossal cosmos; there lies the resplendently twinkling star,

After every little inconspicuous mosquito hovering in the air; there lie infinite molecules of golden sawdust shimmering in the sunshine,

After every hell exiting on this globe; there lies the mesmerizing ocean of paradise,
After every incidence of miserable failure in life; there lies loads of unsurpassable success,

After every lie spoken with blatant audacity; there lies the perpetual truth,
After every horrendous dream throughout the course of the night; there lies the serene morning,

After every parable of overwhelming hatred; there lies immortal and unbiased love,
And after every diabolical demon confronted on this earth; there lies the omniscient Creator.

Sunday, February 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: god,victory
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh

Dehradun, India
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