Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet

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When I riveted a grill of pure gold across my window; the burglars stared


unrelentingly; thinking I was overwhelmingly rich, 


They whispered in inaudible tones about the wealth; they envisaged was stored


inside, 


Delicately chiseled the grill with their axe; and dexterously pilfered all they could lay their hands on. 


 


When I put a grill of silver bars across my window; the mouths of the burglars


slavered at witnessing the gleam, 


They abandoned their other plans of robbery; intensely concentrating on my house, 


Imagining the wonderful goods inside; and indiscriminately barged in snapping


the grill.  


 


When I embedded a grill of immaculate ivory across my window; the burglars had


a hard time stifling their startled gasps, 


They admired the rustic charm I had incorporated in an innocuous window; contemplating my real wealth, 


Atrociously smashed the same with their bludgeons; to savor the taste of my hidden resources. 


 


When I stuck a grill of scintillating and pellucid mirror across my window; the burglars were busy gazing at their reflections, 


Thoroughly mesmerized by the transparent grill; the richness that lay blended in the sparkling glass, 


Smashed the same into splinters using hard stone; gaining easy access into 


my chamber of dreams. 


 


When I used a grill of fragrant rosewood across my window; the burglars got


insatiably tickled by the aroma, 


They didn't feel like budging an inch; drowned in the celestial aroma, 


Later broke the same using slender sticks of explosives; intruded upon the


privacy of my nocturnal bedroom. 


 


 


When I fixed a grill of barbed wire charged with electric current across my


window; the burglars were simply intrigued by the contrivance, 


They perceived me to me astoundingly clever; pondered profoundly on


annihilating my automatic device, 


Did the same with clinical precision; abhorrently transgressing through my 


solitary dwelling. 


 


 


It then when I decided to have no grill at all; kept the colossal space of window absolutely bare to peep, 


The burglars passing didn't even notice; dismissing all thoughts of me


possessing the slightest of affluence; ridiculing my threadbare disposition, 


They had other houses to sabotage on their list; it was the first time they spared me from possible harm, 


And I snored blissfully all night; laughing in my dreams and saying; to stay


without a grill is far better than having one.



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