Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Every mouse's boss was the tawny cat; ready to pounce upon its diminutive demeanor each instant; pulverize it to mincemeat with its knife like jaws, 


 


Every river's boss was the colossal ocean; ready to gobble its inconspicuous visage in the gargantuan swirl of its turbulent waves, 


 


Every stone's boss was the lanky mountain; overshadowing its frigid body with its towering shadow; the avalanche of ice descending gathering unprecedented speed it sped down the slope, 


 


Every egg's boss was the enchanting bird; flooding the dreary ambience in vicinity with the mystical tunes  that emanated from its beak, 


 


Every infant's boss was its caring mother; who sequestered it from the most non-existent of evil; ensured that it slept while she incessantly stroked its scalp, 


 


Every insect's boss was the disdainfully grizzly lizard; viciously swishing its slender tongue; anticipating them to tantalizingly creep directly into its greedy mouth, 


 


Every web's boss was the silver spider; having the supreme power of dismantling and weaving it all over again; whenever she desired it, 


 


Every ornament's boss was the majestically hooded serpent; hideously hissing sitting over the same; judiciously observing that it refrained to fall into diabolical hands, 


 


Every soil's boss was the indefatigably pelting globules of rain; which inundated its surface with incredulous fertility; conjuring it to blossom into a voluptuous array of fruit and scarlet rose, 


 


Every blank paper's boss was the feather tipped pen; possessing the royal prowess of embossing its barren surface with boundless lines of oligarchic literature, 


 


Every car's boss was its twin pair of brakes; enabling it and imparting it with bountiful resilience to stop and boisterously speed whenever it liked, 


 


Every night's boss was the stringently blazing day; illuminating and metamorphosing its gloomy atmosphere into one with radiant light and fiery rays, 


 


Every star's boss was the resplendent moon; wholesomely trespassing its inconspicuous body with the unfathomable tenacity in its shine, 


 


Every snake's boss was the long toothed mongoose; furtively capsizing it by the slippery neck; making it eventually surrender as it sucked the last drop of blood from its body, 


 


Every tadpole's boss was the preposterously huge whale; eating it at regular intervals in countless clusters; yet not able to fully appease its incomprehensible hunger, 


 


Every wind's boss was the tumultuous storm; sweeping across like thunderbolts of lightening in the world; swallowing every draught of placid breeze that meekly confronted it in its path; and not even wasting time to burp in relishing its robust meal, 


 


Every ghost's boss was the invincibly closed corpse; ensuring that it stayed secured tight within; didn't get even the remotest chance to escape and spread terror on this globe, 


 


Every land's boss was the unending sky; providing a roof to shelter it; proving it a respectable entity to  hold its head high, 


 


Every man's boss was the Omniscient Creator; commanding him every second to satisfy the mission which he taken birth on this earth for, 


 


And every writer's boss was his flamboyant fantasy; his spell binding perceptions that unrelentingly dictated him to keep writing every instant of the chilly night; and all throughout the sunny day.



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