Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet
Whether you pulverize an invisibly infinitesimal worm;
or whether you torch a vibrantly euphoric commoner;
brutally alive,
Whether you squelch a diminutively pertinent mosquito;
or whether you massacre a patriotic soldiers scalp;
for sleazily placating the diabolical politician's
palette,
Whether you pluck an inconspicuous lotus petal; or
whether you barbarously run your obnoxiously
cold-blooded vehicle over the haplessly wailing beggar
boy,
Whether you squat at a parsimoniously irascible
cockroach; or whether you ruthlessly asphyxiate the
neck of the police officer; simply in order to save
your very own existence,
Believe it or not; in either case you commit the most
salaciously derogatory of crime; as whatever might
have been their size; shape; color; fraternity or
form; but for the Omnipotent Lord they were both
alike; as they both had exuberant life…..
1.
Whether you dig mercurially chocolate brown mud to
erect your palaces of tawdry filth; or whether you
parasitically suck even the last iota of blood from
the poor man's skin; to raunchily enlighten your
non-existent facial contours,
Whether you smash fugitively new born eggs with your
criminal sword; or whether you treacherously extricate
the kidneys of a helpless man; just in order to
fortify the body of your already robust pet dog,
Whether you step over an petulantly infantile ant
while pompously transgressing towards your dogmatic
office; or whether you truculently strip flesh of
staggeringly destitute woman; to invidiously warm your
every winter night,
Whether you kill the diminishingly small newborn
spider to placate the impudent itch in your bohemian
palms; or whether you viciously stab the withering old
man to death; just in order to devour every single
iota of his hard earned wealth,
Believe it or not; in either case you commit the most
remorsefully dastardly of crime; as whatever might
have been their size; shape; color; fraternity or
form; but for the Omnipresent Lord they were both
alike; as they both had vivacious life…
2.
Whether you insanely excoriate an obsoletely minuscule
seed to fulminate into sanctimoniously depraving
laughter; or whether you hedonistically snap the fangs
of the eclectic artist forever; so that there remained
nothing but abominable bloodshed on the trajectory of
this fathomless Universe,
Whether you hack a timid tadpole to the most
ruthlessly ribald death thereby releasing your
libidinous frustration; or whether you slit the veins
of the innocent prisoner; to maliciously corroborate
your idiosyncratic supremacy to the world outside,
Whether you ominously emaciate the newborn calf to
torturous death just to tease its sacrosanct mother;
or whether you insidiously crucify every element of
the gentle giant; in order to become the most powerful
organism on this colossal earth,
Whether you savagely roast the enchantingly
proliferating larvae to tantalize your taste buds for
morning breakfast; or whether you licentiously drill
the skull of the spell binding scientist; with
tumultuously torching embers of horrifically rusted iron,
Believe it or not; in either case you commit the most
preposterously indescribable of crime; as whatever
might have been their size; shape; color; fraternity
or form; but for the Omniscient Lord they were both
alike; as they both had majestic life…
3.
Whether you aim for the evanescent sparrow's eye just
in order to diffuse criminal blackness wherever you
went; or whether you deleteriously devoured the
unsuspecting denizens neck in a single gulp; to gorily
replenish your belly for the blazing afternoon,
Whether you poked indefatigably at the harmlessly tiny
crab just to make wholeheartedly decrepit merry with
your sick mates; or whether you tyrannically tonsured
every iota of flesh from the bereaved widow's body; to
hold a sordidly macabre exhibition of shriveled skin,
Whether you crushed an unbelievably insignificant
beetle under your fetidly marauding feet; or whether
you murdered the irrefutably truthful messiah of
humanity; so that manipulation was the only leech that
burgeoned till times immemorial,
Whether you chopped a minutely petite snail into a
billion pieces just to profusely reinvigorate the
edges of your stagnating kitchen cleaver; or whether
you lasciviously snatched air from the lungs of
immaculate school children; to baselessly immortalize
yourself in front of the Lord Almighty,
Believe it or not; in either case you commit the most
ghoulishly dilapidated of crime; as whatever might
have been their size; shape; color; fraternity or
form; but for the insuperable Lord they were both
alike; as they both had fantastic life.
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