Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet
A little bit of water to quench my thirst; pacifying smoldering flames in my throat,
A little bit of cloth encapsulating my shriveled demeanor; offering me warmth,
A little bit of shoe covering my chapped feet; facilitating me to execute handsome strides,
A little bit of chocolate rum; to impregnate my body with warmth in shivering cold,
A little bit of stone roof over my head; shielding me from the acerbic sun and pelting rain,
A little bit of hair on my scalp; cushioning my bones from body blows of the iron bludgeon,
A little bit of pungent chili in my mouth; tingling dormant zones of my palette,
A little bit of car to roam about uninhibited; gliding enigmatically through winding
lanes of the valley,
A little bit of sunshine filtering through the window; stringently fumigating forlorn
memories of the past,
A little bit of steam bath at dawn; reinvigorating exhausted muscles of my body,
A little bit of silver watch wound on my wrist; incessantly highlighting the exact time of the day,
A little bit pencil lead in my hands; prompting me to inundate barren sheets of paper with literature,
A little bit of tear in my crystal eyes; portraying a plethora of effusive emotions,
A little bit of entangled rope; on which I could vigorously roll and swing,
A little bit of sweat dribbling down my chest; revealing signs of exhilaration,
A little bit of greenery besieging my vision; catapulting me into waves of ecstatic jubilation,
A little bit of slimy reptile in my arms; cuddling me with its enchanting charm,
A little bit of camera slung over my shoulder; capturing innumerable objects in proximity,
A little bit of moonshine infiltrating through my skin; accentuating its radiance and
supple complexion,
A little bit of cream butter to smear on roasted bread; to savor the pinnacle of appetizing taste,
A little bit of leather riveted to my hands; enabling me to punch my fists in air,
A little bit of agility in my legs; helping me clamber the steep mountain,
A little bit of tinted glass camouflaging my eye; obliterating my vision from acrid rays of the sun,
A little bit of unscrupulous joke; provoking me to burst into unrestrained pools of laughter,
A little bit of stuffed cotton quilt; for me to blissfully sleep in the treacherous night,
A little bit of blessing from the creator; to assist me in versatile arenas of my life,
And a little bit of love; from the girl I intensely loved,
Is all that I needed to rekindle my soul; making me feel I was wholesomely alive.
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