Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


I wanted to be your tenacious palms; when you wanted to climb the steep mountain, 


I wanted to be your intricate eyes; when you desired to browse speedily through condensed literature, 


I wanted to be your formidable teeth; when you wanted to passionately chew hard chunks of sugarcane, 


I wanted to be your feet; when you felt exhausted; with marathon distances yet to be covered, 


I wanted to be your knotted fingers; when you wished to inundate immaculate sheets of paper with infinite lines of script, 


I wanted to be your skin; when you felt the blistering heat of the Sun; the steaming breeze burning your flesh, 


I wanted to be your breath; when you felt suffocated; gasping to inhale in  claustrophobic cabins of the aircraft, 


I wanted to be your memory; when you needed to scrupulously retrospect the past, 


I wanted to be your laughter; when you danced around the room in stupendous exultation, 


I wanted to be your stomach; when you were afflicted by monotonous constipation, 


I wanted to be your rosy tongue; when you felt like boisterously screeching; expanding your lungs to top capacity, 


I wanted to be your bones; when you felt dreary ready to collapse on the ground, 


I wanted to be your nails; when you felt like inevitably scratching mundane paint from wall, 


I wanted to be your confidence; when you were confronted all alone by a gang of unruly thieves, 


I wanted to your inspiration; when life seemed cumbersome at every footstep; with the tyranny of fate besieging you every second, 


I wanted to be your ability to fantasize; when you desired to of to blissful sleep, 


I wanted to be your ravishing hair; which swirled with mesmerizing grace under 


the fully opalescent moon, 


I wanted to be your blood; flowing unrelentingly through your ocean blue veins, 


I wanted to be your sweat; oozing profusely when you laboriously executed a plethora of household tasks, 


I wanted to be your effusive tears; when you felt like sobbing in tribulation, 


And over and above all; I wanted to be your heart; which was purer than the


most exquisite of gold; loved me more than anybody else inhabiting this earth.

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I Wanted To Be Your Heart

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