Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Even if you placed him under the most ferociously blazing Sunlight; with rays of blistering flamboyance disseminating into a pool of profound dynamism around


his visage, 


 


Even if you placed him in castles profusely embellished with the most scintillating of jewels; with a crown of unprecedentedly glittering gold perched majestically on his head, 


 


Even if you placed him amidst an unsurpassably titillating cavern of infatuating seductresses; with the inebriation of untamed sensuality overwhelmingly transcending over cranny of the jejune atmosphere, 


 


Even if you placed him in the floodlights of indomitable cynosure; with countless cameras dazzling the enchanting night in mystical shimmer; clicking him from every angle in inexorable adulation, 


 


The air around him still stabbed him like a zillion venomously blood stained thorns; the world around him was nothing but a dungeon of ghoulishly penalizing darkness; as for no fault of his and from the very first cry of his birth; he was born 


Disastrously blind.


 


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Even if you placed him in the stridently pulsating discotheque; with the vivaciously revolving lights triggering a revolution of unparalleled ebullience in the heart of the sonorously deadened night, 


 


Even if you placed him in the center of the fathomlessly sunlit sky; with the beams of the Sun striking him the absolute first; before diffusing down on earth below, 


 


Even if you placed him abreast a billion ingratiatingly glistening oyster shells; with


pricelessly resplendent pearls filtering a civilization of beautifully exotic and insatiably


milky light, 


 


Even if you placed him on swords of patriotically glowing camaraderie; with the untamed dazzle of victory magnetically permeating through the sullen 


ambience around,  


 


The air around him still asphyxiated him like fish left to die on the shores; the world around him was nothing but a coffin of vomiting blackness; as for no fault of his and from the very first cry of his birth; he was born haplessly blind.


 


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Even if you placed him on the most exquisitely emollient velvet; with endlessly invincible bonfires spiraling towards even portions beyond the sky; just at whisker lengths from his impoverished visage, 


 


Even if you placed him on a bed of irrefutably candid mirrors; with the beams of impregnable honesty emanating; transforming even the most ethereal bit of 


murkiness into symbiotically spell binding righteousness, 


 


Even if you placed him before the most panoramically fantastic of landscapes on this Universe; with an ocean of inimitably artistic beauty astonishingly unfurling from every construable quarter by his side, 


 


Even if you placed him in a garden of stupendously crimson roses; with the tinges of gorgeously rhapsodic scarlet fathomlessly overpowering every conceivable object in vicinity, 


 


The air around him still murdered him to a morbid death every unveiling instant of his life; the world around him was nothing but a amorphous skeleton of invidious darkness; as for no fault of his and from the very first cry of his birth; he was born cursedly blind.


 


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Even if you placed him on the epitome of unceasing prosperity; with the most adorably enamoring clouds of silk uninhibitedly drifting from all sides, 


 


Even if you placed him on the pinnacle of unassailable Mount Everest; with the Omnipotent festoon of insurmountably illuminating stars and Moon; majestically kissing him on his poignantly nimble skin, 


 


Even if you placed him on a paradise of tempestuously tantalizing wax; with flames of pristine success sailing high and handsome at every speck of the 


atmosphere around, 


 


Even if you placed him amidst all the richness of this limitlessly gargantuan planet; with every path that the tread; every thing that he caressed; metamorphosing into a mountain of unbelievably opulent gold, 


 


The air around him still pulverized every element of his existence into a deliriously decaying morass; the world around him was nothing but a frigidly infidel chunk of melting ice; as for no fault of his and from the very first cry of his birth; he was born doggedly blind.



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