Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Even if you possessed a plethora of thoroughbred horses; galloping


handsomely through moist paddy fields, 


I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of


drowning my persona into the cascade of her silken hair.


 


Even if you had a palace profusely embedded with gold; dungeons replete


with scores of glittering diamonds, 


I would still consider myself as the richest; as I could tickle the mesmerizing skin of her cheek; sending inexplicable shivers down my spine.


 


Even if you possessed swanky cars to philander across the countryside; 


a fleet of helicopters following you at close quarters, 


I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had her ravishing


breath caressing my neck; catapulting me into waves of tumultuous rhapsody.


 


Even if you possessed a private swimming pool; impregnated with crystal


spring water from the mountains to bathe in, 


I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of


sighting my reflection in her glistening tears.


 


Even if you possessed a pair of fur coated shoes; with exquisite


leather studded commensurately at all quarters, 


I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of


lying in complete surrender at the pair of her dainty feet.


 


Even if you possessed a flurry of maids to serve you dinner; ornate


glasses embellished with pearls to drink opulent wine, 


I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of


masticating boiled rice prepared fresh by her sacrosanct hands.


 


Even if you had a colossal assemblage of people spuriously worshipping


you; applauding you wholesomely for your most minuscule of deed, 


I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of


witnessing her ingratiating smile; which grew distinctly large as she


spotted me.


 


Even if you had a conglomerate of effeminate statues; sculptured to immaculate perfection; molded out of molten wax and draped with the richest quality of silk, 


I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of embracing her impeccable demeanor in entirety.


 


 


Even if you had a sword embodied with iridescent jewels; which you placed in a


scabbard made of rustic panther skin, 


I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the audacity to confront any power in this world; simply uttering your enchanting name.


 


Even if you had a gargantuan basket of roses; extravagantly stashed with


flowers from all round the globe, 


I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of absorbing the essence of golden sweat which dribbled from her body.


 


Even if you possessed flamboyant pairs of sunglasses; embodied with jugglery


of enthusing designs; and gaudy strips of plastic, 


I would still consider myself the richest; as I had the privilege of viewing


my reflection in her emphatic eyes.


 


Even if you possessed the tangiest of toothpaste; incorporated in garish


interiors of an ostentatious bottle, 


I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of appreciating the scintillating armory of her teeth.


 


Even if you possessed a golden band fudged with sapphire emeralds; dipped in


an ocean of honey, 


I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of being


slapped by her delectable hands.


 


And even if you procured the entire wealth in this world; owning every dwelling protruding from the surface of earth, 


I would still consider myself the richest man on earth; as your affluence


miserably floundered to purchase her; while I had the privilege of possessing


her in mind; body and soul; perpetually till the time she tangibly existed.



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