Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet

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If ever I had the privilege of being a sandstone castle; with palatial walls overlooking the flowing river, 


I would make sure that all urchins residing on the street; would get adequate shelter from uncouth winter and inclement rain.


 


If ever I had the privilege of being a star in the sky; with Black wisps of 


clouds ominously hovering around, 


I would make sure that I shone tenaciously all night; illuminating the lives of the impoverished with gargantuan rays of hope.


 


If ever I had the privilege of being a mammoth elephant; with majestic white


tusks protruding prominently from my trunk, 


I would make sure that I transported all monkeys to escalating treetops; fight vehemently against savage hunters to protect the jungle.


 


If ever I had the privilege of being the fathomless ocean; with swirling waves


colliding vociferously against the rocks, 


I would make sure that all the aquatic life impregnated remained intact; the waters were completely bereft of the slightest of adulteration.


 


If ever I had the privilege of being an inflated balloon; with a plethora of gaudy strings dangling merrily from my belly, 


I would make sure that I tossed and bounced boisterously amidst crippled infants; lighting their faces with an everlasting smile.


 


If ever I had the privilege of being an incoherent lump of rock salt; with a piquant odor emanating from my persona, 


I would make sure that I inundate all those dishes of bland food; with sumptuous amounts of taste.


 


If ever I had the privilege of being a long beaked bird; with clawed feet protruding from my slender skinned legs, 


I would make sure that I chirped melodiously to placate starved eardrums; guard my eggs against nefarious evil all throughout the chilly night.


 


If ever I had the privilege of being a conglomerate of clouds in the sky; possessing a tinge of hideous black, 


I would make sure that I rained when it mattered the most; ensuring that all animate on earth were saved from the onslaught of drought.


 


If ever I had the privilege of being a foliated tree; with infinite branches extruding from my tapered trunk, 


I would make sure that I sprinkled currency and fruits in commensurate proportions; so that no one in vicinity died of savage starvation.


 


And if ever by stroke of benevolent fortune I had the privilege of being a man; with the virtue to perceive embedded in my soul, 


I would make sure that I unrelentingly loved the person of my dreams; and instill the same with equanimity in every human traversing on mother earth.



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