Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


I wanted you to be my godmother; caress me gently in the night; humming a melodious rhyme to put me to sleep, 


Prepare appetizing dishes of corn to gratify my gluttony; wipe the tears of my cheek when I was struck with grief.


 


I wanted you to be my robust brother; tickling me incessantly in my ribs; make me wholeheartedly laugh, 


Defending me against all evil prevailing; obliterating me from the remotest of brutality.


 


I wanted you to be my absent minded father; riding with me through steep curves of the hill on a horse, 


Instilling gargantuan confidence in me while I studied; embedding my tender mind with nostalgic reminisces of the past.


 


I wanted you to be my innocuous child; crying impeccably as I hoisted you high in my arms, 


Melting my heart with your mischievous smile; tugging at my loose beard with your dainty fingers.


 


I wanted you to be my old grandmother; reciting to me a plethora of mesmerizing fairy tale, 


Preparing herbal concoctions to pacify my wounds; admonishing me severely for flaunting with girls.


 


I wanted you to be my ravishing dreams; tingling dormant arenas of my heart with your stupendous grace, 


Radiating perpetual heat in my body all day; leaving your everlasting fragrance close to my soul.


 


I wanted you to be the blood that flowed through my veins; imparting strength to my fragile muscle, 


Purifying every unleashing second as I breathed air; losing refined degrees of control at the slightest of provocation.


 


I wanted you to be my intricate heart; which throbbed violently when loved, 


Imprisoned the deity it worshipped; and was prepared to relinquish life for the ones it really cared for.


 


I wanted you to be the redness of my lips; which got more accentuated when I rubbed them, 


Exorbitantly highlighting the fervor of my thoughts; the insatiable passion I had impregnated in my eyes.


 


And over and above all; I desperately wanted you to be my wife, 


Inundate my impoverished heart with vast oceans of your love; blissfully living with me for this and an infinite lives more to be confronted.



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