Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Don't make me insensitive to the sorrows of the world; make me accept them as a part of the inevitably proceeding chapter of evolution, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to the battalion of hardships; make me accept them as a courageously stepping stone to unprecedented success, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to the flamboyantly blazing rays of the Sun; make me accept them for the intrepid fortitude in their light; filtering a path of invincible victory through a blanket of perpetual darkness, 


  


Don't make me insensitive to the gargantuan avalanches of snow hurtling down; make me accept them for the icy cool they generated; which exotically tingled the


scarlet blood down my spine, 


 


Don't make insensitive to the tumultuously galloping time; make me accept its sacrosanct essence; as each cherished second blossomed into a wholesomely


satisfying minute, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to the profusely escalating ball of hostile flames; make me accept their compassionate traces of rejuvenating warmth they provided in the invidious chill, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to the infinite cumbersome knots as I alighted each step; make me accept them as eyeopeners; to quell my pompously inflated pride, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to the ghastly blackness; make me accept it as a thoroughly indispensable ingredient of the day, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to the mountain of acridly blood tainted thorns; make me accept them for the unrelenting wave of passion they generated; when poignantly transgressed upon, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to abhorrent abuse; make me accept them as a part of irascibly augmenting temper; a pugnacious outburst of emotions; a testimonial to


the fact that no human was perfect, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to enduring challenges; make me accept them as testing footholds; which blossomed eventually into the gift called life, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to tunes of overwhelming boredom; make me accept them as an unavoidable mist; in the onerously Herculean struggle for existence, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to the disdainfully unruly commotion in the crowd; make me accept my fellow compatriots in their true spirit for survival; their innocuously humanitarian hearts, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to the descending of the insurmountably ferocious storm; make me accept the streaks of vivaciously austere lightening as the unflinching principles to propel forward in life, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to horrendously obnoxious scent; make me accept it as a smell lingering perennially in the atmosphere; along with the stupendously incarcerating odor of the rose, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to the inexorably obsessive chain of thoughts in my mind; make me accept them as a pertinent constituent to constantly show me my worth


in life, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to the anecdotes of pernicious betrayal; make me accept them as the sweet poison needed to sustain blissfully bestowed upon life, 


 


Don't make me insensitive to the pathetically fading heartbeats; make me accept them as naturally as I had wholeheartedly welcomed nascent wails of fresh birth, 


 


And don't make me insensitive to the immortal closure of breath O! Almighty Lord; make me accept its unfathomably perilous consequences; so that I realized the value of each preciously transcending moment in life.



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