Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


It bore the acrimonious tyranny of scorching sun round the year; leaving bold footprints in the dust it tread, 


Traversed incessantly through blistering soil; with sandy winds blowing across its eyes, 


Ambled languidly in the brilliant day; increasing its pace a trifle at the onset of night, 


Intermittently munched parrot green tentacles of rustic cactus; immensely relished the dry meal of leaf and thorn, 


Occasionally rubbed its slender neck against the sandpaper skin of wild tree; raising its eyes toward the almighty residing in heaven, 


Angrily swished the scanty clusters of hair on its tail; to drive away scores of petulant mosquitoes, 


Wore a bedraggled rope dangling loose from its neck; a cushioned saddle riveted to its angular sculptured body; Intricate pieces of leather wound to its mouth; to maneuver it through labyrinth of routes, 


Possessed a firm pair of hooves; which glistened all the more profoundly in the sunbeams and looked mesmerizing under the placid moon, 


Had a slimy nose with gaping nostrils; which remained wet despite the acrid warmth irrevocably prevailing, 


Spawned many of its kind; suckling its young ones utterly bereft of a cloistered shade, 


Walked marathon distances in a single day; unrelentingly stepping on islands of steaming land, 


Stooped down as much as it could; when confronted with tumultuous whirlpools blowing with full might, 


Moaned in high pitched exuberance as it sighted a solitary stream; storing the water for months till it found a fresh source, 


Gallantly fought an army of disdainful crabs; audaciously kicked loose rocks that came its way, 


Seldom shed its tears; overwhelmingly inspiring those who feared life to come out of their nonexistent shells, 


Had a passion to bask under the dazzling sun; thoroughly detested crystal blue patches in the sky being obfuscated by clouds, 


It had remained as stoical as omnipotent god under the most bizarre of 


circumstances; refraining to flounder under the pugnacious heat, 


Was quite glad to adopt the sizzling silver sands as its companion for


life; 


even dreaming about the same while in deep sleep, 


I offer my humble salutations to this silent warrior; as my hunch backed camel carries me through the colossal expanse of the Sahara desert.



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