Trampled By Her Love Poem by Nikhil Parekh

When I was trampled by an devilish horde of menacing crocodiles; invidiously clambering upon my nimble body from all sides,
All that was left of me after a while; was orphaned bits of gruesomely pulverized chowder and stray bone; with the contours of body now unfathomably beyond the
corridors of sane recognition.

When I was trampled by a savage pack of hideous eyed vultures; cold-bloodedly pecking at my poignantly intricate flesh,
All that was left of me after a while; was a mercilessly mangled mass of veins; and an endless river of gory blood pouring from all sides.

When I was trampled by an irascible fleet of satanic ants; salaciously crawling upon even the most infinitesimally naked arena of my sensitive skin,
All that was left of me after a while; was a grotesquely irate blanket of agonizing redness; an overpowering sensation to itch till centuries immemorial; even after I died.

When I was trampled by a traumatic battalion of gargantuan dinosaurs; gnawing at my trembling visage like a cherry on the minuscule pie,
All that was left of me after a while; was a whirlpool of inconspicuously threadbare sawdust; being whistled beyond the dungeons of absolution; at the slightest puff of somebody's breath.

When I was trampled by a limitless well of acrid scorpions; truculently jabbing their tail into my petite demeanor; left; right and complete center,
All that was left of me after a while; was a severely asphyxiated and butchered carcass; ghoulishly scaring every sagacious organism in near vicinity.

When I was trampled by an insurmountable mountain of swords; barbarically excoriating the fabric of my holistic existence; like the treacherous demon marauding in overwhelmingly gay abandon,
All that was left of me after a while; was a gory chunks of distorted flesh; the sockets of my eye ludicrously bouncing to blend with the island of derogatorily dilapidated hell.

When I was trampled by the licentiously sleazy corpse of manipulation; with the noose of disgusting lies strangulating me more vindictively as each instant unveiled into an entire minute,
All that was left of me after a while; was a remorsefully fretting ghost without even the most inconspicuous of stature; miserably slithering towards the mists of oblivious nothingness.

When I was trampled by an invidious graveyard of perniciously sinister spirits; with the ghosts of unfinished desire crippling me on every step that I intrepidly transgressed,
All that was left of me after a while; was an uncontrollably trembling shadow; that was indescribably ostracized and spat upon by macabre monsters wandering at will.

But when I was trampled by her immortally aristocratic grace; the fragrance of her spell binding righteousness infiltrating every famished pore of my devastatingly dithering body,
All that was left after a while; was an Omnipotently blazing Sun of eternal truth that not only overpowered all of the above; but instilled in me the unflinching tenacity to be reborn for a countless more lifetimes; as her celestial love had perpetually bonded with mine.