Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


The color of his eyes was exactly the same as mine; tawny brown fluttering mischievously towards the majestic Moon, 


 


The strength in his arms was exactly the same as in mine; Herculean muscle bulging prominently from beneath ruffled cloth, 


 


The number of teeth in his mouth were exactly the same as mine; with the hideous assembly of molars and canines ready to masticate food within split seconds of time, 


 


The scent of his perspiration was exactly the same as mine; tantalizingly obnoxious under austerely acerbic rays of the Sun, 


 


The shape of his nose was exactly the same as mine; protruding like a pecking falcon straight as an arrow towards the ceiling, 


 


The height which he possessed was exactly the same as mine; having to slouch a trifle as much as I did; when he tried to enter the nocturnal bedroom, 


 


The weight he had on his visage was exactly the same as mine; blessed with an insatiable urge to gobble the same food items as I did with stupendous taste 


and relish, 


 


The shades of his hair were exactly the same as mine; streaks of pugnacious red nictitating somberly with the dainty draughts of wind; captivating the attention


of every damsel wandering in town, 


 


The periphery of his lips was exactly the same as mine; voluptuously luscious pink; emanating the same spurts of raunchy laughter as I did, 


 


The armory of his eyelashes were exactly the same as mine; drooping down to the same angle; flirtatiously winking at every maiden; as much as mine did, 


 


The cadence in his voice was exactly the same as mine; delectably rising and falling with every word that he uttered; every song that he melodiously sang, 


 


The size of his shoe was exactly the same as mine; occupying the same diminutive amount of space on earth; as much as mine did, 


 


The alignment of his backbone was exactly the same as mine; experiencing the same agony as I did after a tumultuously onerous days work; running like a bull to the masters commands, 


The clothes that he wore were exactly the same as mine; with his overwhelming fancy of adorning sleazy silver chains; bizarrely tattooing his chest; as much as mine, 


 


The number of hair that grew on his body were exactly the same as mine; with a slightly more density on the back of the palm than on the entire skeleton, 


 


The speed at which blood gushed through his veins was exactly the same as mine; generating the same euphoria and exultation; as mine did every midnight, 


 


The habits which he executed were exactly the same as mine; with his penchant for staring relentlessly into azure bits of sky; as poignant as mine, 


 


Even the texture of his  palm were exactly the same as mine; with innumerable bifurcations and handsome forks replicating my hand in astonishing similarity, 


 


Infact we were born the same second on this earth as identical twins; with 99% of the people having difficulties recognizing us scattered in the crowd, 


 


And yet today he was the President who ruled the entire nation on his fingertips; while I was an abysmally impoverished beggar screaming discordantly on the shivering streets for alms; because of the simple reason that we were similar to each other in every respect from big head to tiny toe; but inevitably had different destinies.



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