Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


The footsteps of hatred were as dim as the setting Sun; having no entity of their own; as they lingered ludicrously between dusk and starry twilight, 


 


The footsteps of lies were as squalid as the overripe fruit; abhorrently stinking with a fleet of inconspicuous insects; devouring them to insipid nothingness, 


 


The footsteps of discrimination were as dark as the pathetically dilapidated dungeons; melting into bizarre oblivion; even as the flamboyant Sun; blazed in passionate agony outside, 


 


The footsteps of treachery were as maim as the disastrously skeletal witch; reducing to infinitesimal ash as each instant unveiled, 


 


The footsteps of violence were as ethereal as the mosquito's shadow; diminutively retreating into their cocoon; with the lone draught of united breeze, 


 


The footsteps of slavery were as horrendous as the claustrophobic gutters; with even the most dirtiest of pigs; irrevocably refusing to follow their path, 


 


The footsteps of communalism were as frigid as the falling leaf; blending ridiculously with disdainful charcoal; even before they could alight a single inch from celestial earth, 


 


The footsteps of suicide were as cowardly as the devilish scorpion; which ejected the ultimate sting of its life;  yet  retracting countless kilometers back into shivering soil, 


 


The footsteps of manipulation were as helpless as those behind the sordid prison bars; eating their lips in invidious frustration; as the blissful bounced and triumphed outside, 


 


The footsteps of condemnation were as neglected as countless number of tiny parasites; being pulverized to a miserable death; even before they were born, 


 


The footsteps of nonchalance were as insidiously sinister as baseless cigar smoke; which ate you like a devastating scarecrow from each of your intricate insides, 


 


The footsteps of prejudice were as disdainful as the lavatory cockroach; feasting on raw feces; when an appetizing aroma of food fervently awaited them before their eyes, 


 


The footsteps of laziness were as brittle as dolorously shattered glass; distorting the most ravishing of caricatures; into hideously funny clowns, 


The footsteps of ill will were as haplessly trapped; as the body of a robust human; in the jaws of the preposterously gigantic whale, 


 


The footsteps of terrorism were as decaying as horrifically rotting carrion; being ruthlessly ripped apart into a fathomless segments; by ominous vultures indefatigably hovering around, 


 


The footsteps of brutality were as feeble as miserly soot; crumbling and deplorably squandering into an infinite bits; even while the wind blew a trifle outside, 


 


The footsteps of betrayal were as worthless as the rolling stones; orphaned and kicked at all quarters of this planet; by every tangible who transgressed on mud, 


 


The footsteps of torture were as murky as the haze that engulfed mockingly at dawn; evaporating into an island of nothingness; with a single stroke of righteousness, 


 


But the footsteps of love; were a wave that immortally bonded one an all on this Universe alike; an unconquerable force to harmonious prosperity; or to simply put it; the only footsteps which were heard in every cranny of God's planet; even before they tread.



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