Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Can callous stones lying on the ground; ever dream of flying soaring high in the  clouds abreast with the birds? 


 


Can inclement rain pelting from the sky; ever dream of heating the land instead of profusely soaking it? 


 


Can foliated trees swaying high and handsome with the blowing wind; ever dream


of transforming into a diminutive ant? 


 


Can the formidably constructed fortress; ever dream of crumbling down like a pack of cards? 


 


Can the ground on which we traversed; ever dream of disdainfully buckling down


under our inconspicuous weight? 


 


Can the magnanimous aircraft hovering at unprecedented heights in the air; 


ever dream of maneuvering through the crowded city streets? 


 


Can the dazzling sun god in the cosmos; ever dream of submerging the atmosphere with pitch dark blackness instead of scintillating light? 


 


Can the dog philandering unscrupulously through the streets; ever dream of not wagging his curved tail? 


 


Can the vivacious chameleon bouncing between the hedges; ever dream of not


changing its enchanting color? 


 


Can the nectar oozing our bountifully from beehives; ever dream of being as


salty as the wild sea? 


 


Can the summit of the colossal mountain; ever dream of being in close quarters


with the dilapidated road? 


 


Can the inebriating elixir of opulent wine; ever dream of being like crystalline mineral water? 


 


Can the ominous scorpion merrily gallivanting through the jungles; ever dream


of not injecting its venomous sting? 


 


Can the greasy lubricating oil; ever dream of not impregnating the surface


with a slippery sheen? 


 


Can the penguins born and existing in the savage cold of Atlantic; ever dream


of blistering heat of the uncouth desert? 


 


Can the angular soles of feet; ever dream of eloquently singing instead of inexorably trespassing infinite miles of cold territory? 


 


Can the fragrant and scarlet rose; ever dream of emanating a fetid odor; a pugnacious smell resembling the leaking gutters? 


 


Can the intangible photograph suspended from the wall; ever dream of emulating


the animated actions of a live man? 


 


Can the mammoth elephant transgressing majestically through the forest; ever dream of floundering under the onslaught of sensitive breeze? 


 


Can the violently swirling waves of the ocean; ever dream of becoming the condensed river? 


 


Can the freezing cold bar of icecream; ever dream of scalding ones mouth? 


 


Can the hideously towering demon brutally massacring innocuous people; ever


dream of replicating God, 


 


And 'can true love ever dream of being destroyed '; even if there came the greatest force from society to dismantle it; the wisest man in space to rebuke it; the mightiest power on earth to decimate it?



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