I AWOKE WITH an enchanting smile in the morning on a
mattress of painted
the orphan in the street wiped his face of obnoxious
I entered my Spanish lavatory to expurgate my bowels,
the orphan in the street sat down in wild grass
emanating from fields of
I brushed my teeth with satiny floss and dental paste,
the orphan in the street used a brittle neem stick to
polish his worn enamel.
I washed my face with perfumed soap and lascivious
the orphan on the street used a curry of mud to clean
streaks of blotted
I draped my persona with garments of rich denim
blended with flocculent
the orphan on the street wore a soiled jute sack
hanging like a scarecrow on
I slipped my dainty toes in cushioned interiors of my
the orphan on the street left his chapped bohemian
I dedicated gargantuan amounts of time trimming my
the orphan on the street was obsessed chopping slices
of tree lumber.
I exited for office; in the royal camouflage of my
honey brown Mercedes,
the orphan in the street traversed kilometers in the
naked sun; to reach the
mill he worked in.
I worked in an refrigerated ambience juxtaposed with
the orphan in the street perspired in sweltering
currents of heat.
I came back home before dusk strangulated light,
the orphan on the street arrived a few minutes past
I then thought I had seen enough of agony; distressing
took the orphan in the street within the candid
comfort of my arms,
fed him with sumptuous food; after scrubbing his
silhouette with tons of
made him sleep in furry quilts beside me;
with mesmerizing notes of music diffusing from the CD
He slept like an untamed horse all night;
and when he got up in the morning; there were tears
dribbling down his soft
he hadn't words to express his gratitude; the
spontaneity of love he had; for the first time in his life received.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.