Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


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.



Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
After Every Devil There Is God

198,254 Poems Read

Sponsors