Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


I sprinkled bountiful water on the cluster of tree leaves; granting their surface a scintillating radiance and shine, 


Yet they developed disdainful blotches of dust on their persona; as the rustic wind blew in wild draughts.


 


I polished the marble with moulds of wax and feathery sponge; continued to do


so until it glistened, 


Yet it developed a series of blue blotches; as the toddlers unwittingly spilled globules of writing ink.


 


I wore a crisp cotton shirt entwined with threads of white silk in the morning; meticulously wiping of all the dirt with my snake brush, 


Yet it developed a blend of obnoxious blotches; as the tyranny of Sun and perspiration overpowered me in entirety.


 


I voraciously scrubbed the wall using a lather of antiseptic foam; scrupulously cleansing all the unwanted grime, 


Yet it developed infinite blotches and irregular scars minutes later; as the


cars traversing blew a load of contaminated gutter water.


 


I tenaciously rubbed the interiors of the cloistered well using battens of steel; made sure that the grease and stale algae was thoroughly annihilated, 


Yet the surface developed blotches of black mud along with a fleet of incorrigible termite; as a few nights passed by.


 


I rigorously scraped all the mud from the Temple bells; making their demeanor


sparkle in the midday Sun, 


Yet they developed a plethora of blotches juxtaposed with ghastly stains; as


scores of devotees incessantly rang them creating a pandemonium.


 


I delicately chiseled streaks of condensed clay from my fingernail; to render


it with a salubrious complexion, 


Yet it developed painted blotches stuffed with trapped particles; a few hours


after I consumed my meal of boiled rice.


 


I stringently brushed my bare bruise with a concoction of medicinal balm and


ointment; to eradicate prevailing infection, 


Yet it developed hostile blotches; seconds later when it was exposed to acerbic atmosphere.


 


I adroitly brushed off briquettes of soil from my pet dogs skin; bathing him


in a tub replete with soapy foam, 


Yet he developed irrevocable blotches of green on his skin; after rolling uninhibitedly in the grass.


 


It was now the turn of my beloved; I made her stand in the most blistering of 


fire; the most savage of oceans; the most lecherous of society, 


She withstood the test with tumultuous endurance; escaped without a single


indentation on all occasions; facing an army of acrimonious tests in her life, 


And the most astounding thing was; she didn't acquire any scars; her heart was


as pure as gold; her character immaculate and her conscience was free of the remotest of blotch.



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