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»She will have to stay alive

 

SHE WILL HAVE to laugh with pungent raptures of melody,

She will have to cry with effusive sobs of unsolicited hysteria,

She will have to nimbly dance to acrobatic leaps of the skipping rope,

She will have to crunch raw slices of blood red radish with arduous zeal,

She will have to walk upright in blistering currents of austere sun god,

She will have to smear her forehead with sacrosanct shades of vermilion,

She will have to adorn her dainty earlobe with jingling chains of white silver,

She will have to bounce with resplendent euphoria at times of felicity,

She will have to kiss the satiny tendrils of fragrant rose at the diffusion of dawn,

She will have to submerge her silhouette in salty waves of the ocean,

She will have to consume cupid mouthfuls of chocolate candy floss,

She will have to knead colossal masses of spongy dough to prepare appetizing sundries,

She will have to emboss mascara on her eyes; shielding them with traditional grace,
She will have to bathe with sheer nostalgia in pelting showers of monsoon rain,

She will have to sing in a voice replicating mesmerizing tunes of the nightingale,

She will have to perspire like a bull; while making indispensable attempts to clean the house,

She will have to break into guffaws of uninhibited laughter; when witnessing an authentic clown,

She will have to pen down enchanting lines of calligraphy; depicting rustic civilizations,

She will have to ride like a professional; on striped bare back of thoroughbred stallion,

She will have to decipher enigmatic puzzles in life; Inevitable for survival,

She will have to sleep like an angel all throughout the perilous night,

She will have to slog in the monotonous light of the diurnal day,

I would excuse her even if she failed to execute all of the above mentioned,

If only she kept herself alive for centuries unprecedented; for me to love on this earth.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Sacrifise

 

What difference would it make to the oceans round the
world; if they sacrificed a million droplets of their
water?
But the same could infact; create a river for people
starving below the disastrous poverty line; prove as
life bestowing fluid for impoverished life in the
deserts; crawling towards the tenterhooks of
extinction…

What difference would it make to meadows all across
the globe; if they sacrificed just a whisker of their
stupendously unfathomable carpet of grass?
But the same could infact; evolve a marvelous mattress
for all those orphaned slithering on cold blooded
ground; transit them into a blissful slumber;
relishing the mysticism of the ravishing night…

What difference would it make to gigantic buildings
protruding from varied territories of the globe; if
they sacrificed just an inconspicuous little brick;
from their majestically towering structure?
But the same could infact; construct a magnificently
luxurious dwelling; for innocently naked trembling
uncontrollably on the dusty streets; deluging their
uncouthly aggrieved lives with beams of optimistic
happiness…

What difference would it make to the tumultuously
augmenting storm; to sacrifice only a single of its
royally whistling winds?
But the same could infact; entirely metamorphose the
persona of the morbidly stinking dungeons; into one
replete with spiffy vivaciousness and exuberance worth
a lifetime….

What difference would it make to the fires roaring
unrelentingly towards the cosmos; to sacrifice a
diminutive flame of theirs; from the handsomely
untamed inferno that penetrated charismatically into
the clouds?
But the same could infact; become the ultimate candle
of happiness for those existing in inexplicably
treacherous darkness; mitigating them towards the
corridors of a cheerful beginning….

What difference would it make to the most learned man
on this Universe; to sacrifice just a trifle of his
benevolent philosophies; out of the infinite ideals he
harbored?
But the same could infact; prove as an invincible
platform for the illiterate; impregnate a distinct
glint of hope in their despairing eyes; to rise as the
noble stalwarts of tomorrow…

What difference would it make to immortal lovers
across the fathomless earth; to sacrifice just an
infinitesimal iota of their love; diffuse just a
fraction from their boundless repertoire of sharing
and understanding?
But the same could infact; work miracles for all those
blind; maimed; deaf and horrendously mutilated;
profusely rejuvenate in them the Omnipotent spirit to
be alive….

What difference would it make to all those robustly
alive and happy; to sacrifice a minute each day to
water the soil; spare a few moments to assist the
ailing; cross the boisterously bustling lanes?
But the same could infact; transform this world into a
mesmerizing green heaven; profoundly appease the God’s
to bless all with bountiful endowment…

And what difference would it make to all those
unfathomably rich; to sacrifice just a penny from
their overwhelmingly bulging pockets; part with a
ludicrous fragment of their affluence; out of the gold
literally reaching the skies?
But the same could infact; relinquish all traces of
deplorable poverty from all quarters of the planet;
engender the ordinary to embrace the extraordinary; in
a wave of united bliss; in a wave of perpetual
happiness…

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»She Really, Truly and Immortally Loved you

 

When you possessed the most wealth in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because of the lure of forever and ever and ever; leading a majestically luxurious and opulent life,

When you possessed the most impregnably conspicuous muscles in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they knew that there was none other than you; who could protect them from even the most diabolical of catastrophe,

When you possessed the most inimitably gifted sense of humor in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they perennially wanted to be unabashedly tickled in their funny bone; even when uncontrollable mayhem reigned supreme upon the planet divine,

When you possessed most rare gift of magical clairvoyance in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they thought they’d lead a sparkling life forever; wholesomely averting every ghastly disaster that came their way; pre-warned by your miraculous aura,

When you possessed the most hypnotically mellifluous voice in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they thought that they’d eternally float in the aisles of paradise; as you sang the most sensuously romantic of songs,

When you possessed the biggest birthmark in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they felt that timelessly being with you; would also ensure that their otherwise jinxed and jilted destinies; would suddenly metamorphose into the most burgeoning flower of good luck,

When you possessed the most pricelessly embellished poems in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because of wanting their beauty to be transcended to the ultimate epitomes of superiority; as you indefatigably immortalized them in your verse,

When you possessed the most number of Nobel prizes for peace in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they thought that they’d never get a man more tranquil and tame than you; to infallibly exist for a countless more lifetimes,

When you possessed the most slavish nature in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they could make you lick the grime from their boots all day and night; victoriously keep the chains of every aspect of your life in their tiny fist,

When you possessed the most unassailably scented body in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they could forever drift away from the ghoulish stink of sanctimonious worldliness; compassionately mollify their nostrils till their very last breath,

When you possessed the most insuperably masculine form in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they could then give vent to the most uninhibitedly uncurbed of their desires; ravenously cuddling up the electrified hair on your brilliantly sculpted chest,

When you possessed the most terrorist organizations in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely to trade their tantalizingly seductive flesh; for every moment of their vividly undefeated life,

When you possessed the most number of Kingdoms in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely to unconquerably control the lives of boundless countrymen; as the invincibly unbridled queen of all times,

When you possessed the most intriguingly innovative brain in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely to be discovered of a limitless intricate emotions of theirs; which were otherwise deplorably spat upon by the sleazily commercial planet,

When you possessed the most poignantly sensuous lips in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely to be endlessly kissed and thereby culminate into a untamed fireball of unfettered passion; for as long as this earth exists,

When you possessed the most artistically blessed fingers in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely so that even the most infinitesimal part of their body could be admired and sketched; at the tiniest of their commands; and in every conceivable shade of light,

When you possessed the most unshakable fame in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely so that even the most untrimmed cranny of their bohemian fingernails; became the perpetually 24 X 7 X 365 talk of every single organisms mouth; on this unceasing globe,

When you possessed the most sharp vision in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely so that that they could put their foot into every possible profitable venture existing; and then exit whenever the odds were astutely foreseen by you,

When you possessed the most loudly throbbing heart in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely assuming that here was where they could get the ultimate fructification and friendship of their otherwise; wantonly infidel lives,

But when you didn’t possess any of the above; and if yet there was just a single woman who came to you on the trajectory of this fathomlessly bewitching Universe; then it was solely and solely because she really; truly and immortally loved you; for what you were in your most natural form; just as the Almighty Lord had bountifully sent you….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»She wasnt bothered….

 

She wasn’t bothered an infinitesimal trifle; if I didn’t look at the most seductive of her form; even once in a marathon day; preferred to view the scurrilously untamed growls of manipulative wilderness; instead,

She wasn’t bothered an ephemeral speck; if I didn’t accolade her even for the most triumphantly brilliant of her accomplishments; leant a cold shoulder amidst all other glitterati that she was enshrouded with,

She wasn’t bothered a transient iota; if I didn’t caress the outlines of her ignited lips; nonchalantly looked the other side; even as she burnt infinite times in the inferno of unbridled love,

She wasn’t bothered an evanescent ounce; if I didn’t accompany her to the most important destinations in her life; worthlessly engaged myself in tawdrily licking the floor instead,

She wasn’t bothered a fugitive bit; if I didn’t wish her on her cherished birthday and anniversaries; spuriously pretended to be too entangled in the process of earning money; and thereby forgetting the priceless moments of her life,

She wasn’t bothered a parsimonious morsel; if I didn’t comply the tiniest with even the most brilliantly sagacious of her decisions; drifted on the pathways of sheer and emotional impracticality instead,

She wasn’t bothered an invisible degree; if I didn’t impregnate her glorious existence with my seeds; happily leading her entire life with her maiden prim and trim form with great pleasure instead,

She wasn’t bothered an impoverished scrap; if I didn’t query her regularly about her likes and dislikes; thereby on numerous an occasion trespassing against her wishes; quite innocuously and inadvertently,
She wasn’t bothered a mercurial shadow; if I didn’t devoutly intertwine my fingers fervently within hers; taking vows to lead life compassionately united together; for an infinite more lifetimes,

She wasn’t bothered a feckless crumb; if I didn’t understand and commiserate with her for what she originally was; for every righteous desire lingering passionately in the innermost realms of her soul,

She wasn’t bothered a diminutive fragment; if I didn’t humbly bow down to her knees; even once in my entire lifetime; profoundly thanking her for blessing every conceivable aspect of my measly existence,

She wasn’t bothered an oblivious tidbit; if I didn’t attend to her even in the most inexplicably ghastliest of agony; took her for as much granted as the blue bits of mundanely unending sky,

She wasn’t bothered a vanishing fleck; if I didn’t live up to my promise of being a true lover; after so ardently proposing to her the infinite vows of true love; once upon a time,

She wasn’t bothered an obliterated freckle; if I didn’t invincibly mélange each of my breath with hers; as the most diabolical of maelstroms descended upon us; unexpectedly at each quarter of life,

She wasn’t bothered a worthless grain; if I didn’t embrace her boundless propensities and passions in life; belittling them in my obsessive whirlpool of unparalleled corporate ambition,

She wasn’t bothered an evaporating smidgen; if I didn’t behave properly with the nearest of her kin; deliberately made sure that I was not the tiniest of involved in any of her so called social community groups and gatherings,

She wasn’t bothered a pathetic tad; if I didn’t take her for an intrepid expedition of the entire planet; although was a passenger of every flight that left the ground; than of the scorching land,

She wasn’t bothered a lackadaisical trice; if I didn’t utter her name for countless years on the trot; summoned her most brusquely; by a battalion of uncannily indecipherable gestures instead,

And neither was she ever bothered even a teeny trifle to know the cause of my silence, my anger; my indifference; my nonchalance towards her; as long as I kept giving her every comfort of life; as long as she relished the most sanctimoniously extravagant pleasures of life; as long as she saw the desire to become the richest man on this planet lingering unassailably in my eyes; as long as she kept getting her inevitable share of money as my wife…


©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Shivers

 

The tall silhouette of sodium light pole shivered incessantly,
When fed with Herculean amounts of white electricity.

Golden sands of the scorched desert shivered in submission,
As tumultuous currents of nocturnal breeze; swept past them at midnight.

Soggy patches of unadulterated clay shivered with nostalgia,
An aftermath of being submerged in icy rain water; after months of blistering heat.

Phlegmatic territories of green river water shivered in ecstasy,
As they bore the brunt of rosewood boats; traversing tantalizingly through their surface.

Naked parchment of white ivory paper shivered in agony,
After invading its harmony with a plethora of blemishes; leaking from the fountain pen.

Pale Grey tarmac of the road shivered in incorrigible agony,
As onerous tyre treads of steel; trespassed them unrelentingly.

Glossily striped skin of the venomous reptile shivered in cupid ebullience,
The moment it saw the succulent body of fleet footed rabbit.

Undulating demeanor of the mystical mountain shivered in bewilderment,
As it was camouflaged in entirety by crispy bedsheets of brilliant snow.

The sacrosanct body of cow shivered with philanthropic gratitude,
As it was adeptly divested of large Jerry cans of milk.

And infinite arenas of my flesh shivered with a volley of squalid goose-bumps,
Which didn’t disappear for decades immemorial,
Embossing my tangible heart with uncouth scars of shattered romance,
My eyes flooding with an ocean of tears at her slightest mention;
Several years after the creator took her prematurely away from my life.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Should I call you?

 

Should I call you the most priceless necklace of my
soul; or should I address you as a tantalizing fairy;
having celestially descended from the vivaciously
silken skies?

Should I call you a carpet of voluptuously titillating
grass; or should I address you as a tantalizing
globule of rain; marvelously placating each of my
drearily bedraggled senses?

Should I call you an everlastingly blooming forest of
enchanting seduction; or should I address you as a
resplendent fountain of timeless tradition;
encapsulating each of my nervously mystical nerves?

Should I call you a magical harp of harmoniously
enthralling music; or should I address you as a
whirlwind of compassionately unending fantasy;
triggering me to dream beyond; the realms of bountiful
imagination?

Should I call you a fathomless sky of limitless
ecstasy and ebullient grace; or should I address you
as an insatiably ardent inferno of ever augmenting
enigma?

Should I call you a majestically seductive eagle
soaring handsomely through the clouds of unprecedented
desire; or should I address you as magnificent petal
of incomprehensible fascination; taking Omnipotent
control of my beleaguered life?

Should I call you a tornado of exuberantly emphatic
air; or should I address you as a satiny mattress of
exotically tranquil contentment; blissfully nourishing
my every unfinished desire; to the most insurmountable
limits?


Should I call you a majestically sprouting fruit of
ecstatic solidarity; or should I address you as a
colossal ocean of ingratiating empathy; tingling me
ravishingly all across my devastated body?

Should I call you the princess of irrefutably
unconquerable beauty; or should I address you as an
unassailably priceless friend; commiserating
astoundingly with my every jubilation; and
inexplicable pain?

Should I call you a garland of congenially glittering
diamonds; or should I address you as a cloudburst of
perennially rising yearning; torrentially bestowing
upon me hurricanes of; poignantly exhilarating
seduction?

Should I call you a mountain of unflinchingly
limitless unity; or should I address you as the
ultimate panache for my philanthropic success; as you
cast the spell of your Omniscient belonging; profusely
upon each element of my heart and soul; alike?

Should I call you an eternal rainbow of delectable
sensuousness; or should I address you as vividly spell
binding harmony; an impeccably nostalgic fairy; who
transited me unwittingly into the corridors of
immaculate childhood?

Should I call you the epitome of fabulously enamoring
enthrallment; or should I address you as a
tumultuously blazing seductress; igniting thunderbolts
of vibrant longing; in every ingredient of my
extinguishing blood?

Should I call you a paradise of insurmountably
titillating pearls; or should I address you as a
virgin field of unceasing prosperity; with your
innocuous rudiments profoundly embedded in the pores
of my; trembling conscience?

Should I call you a boisterously nubile and bubbly
mermaid; or should I address you as the Goddess of
celestial humility; who uninhibitedly bequeathed upon
me; the principles of timeless love?

Should I call you a vivid kaleidoscope of unfathomably
cheerful color; or should I address you as a
scintillating expanse of intriguing happiness; a
perennially unfazed spirit of adventure that swiped me
like torrents of white lightening; from my
capriciously insipid feet?

Should I call you a royally piquant bee weaving tons
of unsurpassably melodious honey; or should I address
you as a intrepidly brazen nightingale; chirping the
tunes of unequivocally philanthropic existence; all
night and sweltering day?

Should I call you Omnipresently synergistic whirlpools
of fiery breath; or should I address you as a cavern
of unsurpassable excitement; perpetuating me to
handsomely philander in the land of the romantically
unknown?

And should I call you the immortally passionate
beating of my penurious heart; or should I address you
the solely irrefutably love of my life; the very
reason that I was blissfully breathing; and heavenly
alive?


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Showers

 

Ominous black clouds in the firmament of sky; showered thunderous rain,
Deluging dry earth with bountiful water; quenching the thirst of umpteenth organisms dying premature.

The densely foliated apple tree; showered clusters of dry leaves on the ground; blended commensurately with dead twigs,
Facilitating the infertile soil to blossom productively; yielding a plethora of vegetable and lush green grass.

The dilapidated ceiling glistening nefariously in the silver moonlight; showered several crusts of decayed paint on the ground,
Impregnating it with a soft cushion; so that the stray rats could seek blissful refuge; and sleep.

The astral body of Sun dancing vivaciously in the cosmos; showered tenacious beams of dazzling light on the earth,
Annihilating inexplicable disease from its non-existent roots; giving the mundane pedestrian a new hope to live.

The metallic pipe suspended in the bathroom had intricate nozzles incorporated; showered ravishing droplets of water when switched on,
Drenching exhausted individuals with revitalizing liquid; cleansing the disdainful blotches riveted to their skins.

The colossal mountains strangulated with mesmerizing white snow; showered icy liquid in peak summer,
Which trickled down languidly on the ground; intensely tickling innocuous toddlers passing by.

The healthy persona of rustic cow; showered tons of milk when deftly caressed on its teats,
Silenced incessantly crying infants when they tasted the same; passionately suckling its young ones just born.

The wildly suspended pungent breeze; showered astronomical amounts of dust as it blew,
Imprisoning gargantuan dust and sand in its flow; vomiting the same on high swirling waves of the ocean.

She stood tall and domineering; way above the rest of the lecherous world; showering me with perpetual cascades of her magnanimous love,
Instilling my impoverished soul with immortal happiness; catapulting me to heights of incredible jubilation.

And the Omnipresent aura of God; showered the earth with us humans; existing in varied color and species,
Bestowing upon us the power to procreate our generations; the unrelenting prowess to create; discover and love.




© nikhilparekh
 
»Signals

 

When the olive green light enclosed in translucent
sheath of glass beeped,
it was a subtle signal for pedestrians to unanimously
surge forward,
zipping past disdainful white lines of the zebra
crossing; at animated pace.

when acres of soil sprawled on earth scorched
onerously in the flaming sun,
an infinite assembly of hollow crevice blended
infectiously at several
quarters,
it was a indispensable signal for grey clouds to
shower torrential rain.

when insidious white powder dribbled in unison from
the jet black sheath of
scalp hair,
inevitable sensations of itching cropped up at barren
regions of musk brown
skin,
it was a lucrative signal for applying chivalrous
coats of medicated shampoo.

when a cluster of fish slithered haplessly on arid
surface of virgin ground,
trembling with cold shivers nibbling neglected chunks
of wild mushroom,
it was a desperate signal to inundate the ambience of
fish with surplus
water.

when the passenger plane nose-dived into satiny azure
cocoons of humid air,
intricate machinery of the steel bird relinquishing to
perform,
it was an emergency signal for the passengers to strap
their air bags and leap
down.

when the robust farm hen laid a festoon of pearly
white eggs,
nestling them with intimate warmth of her feathery
quill,
it was an harmonious signal from the creator for the
fledglings to hatch.

when there was a brusque interruption of the human
breath,
innumerable palpable cavities of heart throbbed with
emphatic exhilaration,
it was a sure signal for the person to evacuate this
earth.

and when she waited anxiously for me to return in wee
hours of dawn,
refraining to consume even a droplet of water in my
solitary absence,
praying tenaciously to the almighty for me to return,
it was an incorrigible signal that she loved me as she
feared to die.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Signing your heart

 

I wanted to embellish your poetic eyelashes; with the
voluptuous excitement that lingered profusely on each
pore of my impoverished skin,

I wanted to deluge your mesmerizing hair; with the
passionate moisture embracing my fervently trembling
palms; wanting to mystically explore each arena of
your exotic body,

I wanted to adorn your ravishing lips; with the
insurmountable festoon of compassionate kisses;
lingering deep within my seeking soul,

I wanted to paint your impeccable cheeks; with
unfathomable reservoir of artistry in my mind; with
every design of captivating enthrallment that I could
envisage on planet earth,

I wanted to beautify your adorable neck; with the
poignant swirl of my philandering shadow;
indefatigably waiting all night and day; for your
magical caress,

I wanted to bedeck your mischievous ears; with the
irrefutably righteous voice of my conscience; looking
for solace in your divinely countenance; since times
immemorial,

I wanted to consecrate your sacrosanct forehead; with
the scarlet blood in my veins; perpetually desiring to
save you from even the most inconspicuous of evil;
loitering in the atmosphere,

I wanted to inundate your spell binding brain; with
the essence of philanthropic mankind; wanting to serve
dwindling humanity; with your perennial camaraderie
always by my side,

I wanted to garland your heavenly feet; with the
unprecedented devotion in each cranny of my demeanor;
wanting to be your slave for infinite more births; yet
to unveil,

I wanted to grace your tantalizing belly; with the
stamp of my everlasting exuberance; augmenting
rhapsodically above the boundless sky; each time I
witnessed you pass by,

I wanted to embroider your delectable fingers; with
euphoric caresses of my untamed adventure; eternally
romancing with your incredulous glory; in the aisles
of uninterrupted desire,

I wanted to gratify each of your titillating senses;
with the balm of my insatiable longing; incarcerating
you forever in the web of never ending desire,

I wanted to enlighten your sensuously volatile
shoulders; with the explosive magnetism in each of my
nerve; wanting to tumultuously entangle with your
magnanimously charismatic visage,

I wanted to enrich your marvelously scented fragrance;
with the flurry of enigmatic echoes that ardently
diffused from my sound; frolicking with you till
beyond the summit of ultimate ecstasy,

I wanted to pamper your every boisterous command; with
the Herculean strength of my muscle; transporting you
to the most remotest places you wanted; within the
most feeble wink of your eyes,

I wanted to glorify your gorgeously melodious voice;
with the magic that uttered from my flaming breath;
igniting tremors of unparalleled mystique in your;
delightfully fascinating persona,

I wanted to fortify your enchanting existence; with
each invincible element of my form; forcibly snatching
you from realms of veritable death; to march with the
astonishingly beautiful tomorrow,

And I wanted to sign your Omnipotent heart; with the
immortal seal of my love; which inevitably made us the
most blissful entities alive; ubiquitously spreading a
wave of happiness in all organisms engulfed with
hopeless sadness; in all destitute and despairing
eyes…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Silent Spectators

 

They polluted the atmosphere with obnoxious gas; toxic sprays of repulsive
insecticide,
Hunted for treasured species dense foliage of the jungle; ruthlessly chopping
animate
green that confronted their way,
The cluster of immaculate trees; observed the proceedings in mute silence as
silent spectators.

They marauded the sapphire ocean with tankers full of deplorable crude oil,
Disrupted the synchrony of ocean bed by traversing through monstrous
submarines,
Scores of fish; blissful coral; watched the tyranny unleash as silent spectators.

They whipped innocuous people with thorny belts; making them cry and
profusely bleed,
Snatched indispensable morsels of food from the miserably afflicted,
The siblings of the same; watched the strokes of rampant vandalism on their
parents as
silent spectators.

They uprooted her nest from snuggled interiors and dark corners,
Made a travesty of her eggs; banging the shell hard with the obdurate ground,
The mother bird welled up tears in her eyes; and that was all she could;
watching her
dreams crumble to ashes as a silent spectator.

They planted lethal explosives in its core,
Bombing the undulating colossal structure; for mining gold coin,
Splinters of mud erupted along with the bare skin of wandering sheep,
And the gargantuan mountain watched its destruction as a silent spectator.

They spit saliva blended with red betel on his legs,
Made lewd comments; supplemented with a volley of expletives as they passed
him,
The statue of the revered historian; stared helplessly at the miscreants as a
silent spectator.


The lady took bizarre steps to assassinate it,
Consumed the most poisonous of drugs to annihilate its possible trace,
The infant yet to be born; watched the brutal proceedings in its mothers womb;
as a silent spectator.

She plotted ingenious ways and means to leave me,
Rebuked me contemptuously in front of hordes of people,
I knew I was penalized for no fault of mine; and I watched her tumultuous anger
explode as a silent spectator.

There is no power more stronger than the omnipotent creator,
It is indeed he who chalks out our destiny to unfold,
All we can do is attempt our very best; to diligently fulfill our quota of
responsibilities,
The best we can to help the impoverished; and watch the rest happen as
silent spectators.


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