Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


I had dirt imprisoned in my nails; which seemed all the more abashing when I


stood in the limelight; confronting public, 


 


I had scores of dandruff imprisoned in my scalp; prompting me to inevitably


scratch; although it blended strikingly with my black coat, 


 


I had tumultuous strength imprisoned in my clenched fists; having stupendous


power to decimate impostors swindling the innocent, 


 


I had eloquence imprisoned in my throat; which made me chant melodious rhymes


of synchronized music, 


 


I had tenacity imprisoned in my emphatic eyes; which possessed the prowess to


melt the supremely intransigent, 


 


I had a frivolous smile imprisoned in my luscious lips; which seemed all the more profound; when I encountered ravishing beauty, 


 


I had a jugglery of obdurate muscle imprisoned in my legs; enabling me to traverse long distance in acerbic sun; bereft of a vehicle, 


 


I had millions of hair imprisoned in my skin; cushioning me from uncouth blows


of the society, 


 


I had salubrious blood imprisoned in my intricate veins; instilling in me the


strength to sustain life, 


 


I had a crimson pink tongue imprisoned in my mouth; granting me the


indispensable ability of speech, 


 


I had a bulky wallet imprisoned in my trouser pocket; making me feel


despicable; when I stripped it of its currency, 


 


I had a flamboyant horse imprisoned in my stables; on which I used to sit and


gallivant through the mountains, 


 


I had infinite lines imprisoned at the back of my palm; which audaciously


portrayed my destiny to unleash, 


 


I had unfathomable cells imprisoned in my finely chiseled brain; blessing me


with the capacity to decode the most baffling of enigmas, 


 


I had golden droplets of sweat imprisoned in my armpits; inundating the placid


surroundings with unbearable stench, 


 


I had tones of air imprisoned in my inflated lungs; which made me breathe; 


relish every unveiling second of life, 


 


I had yellow enamel camouflaging my teeth; making it impossible for me to


smile, 


 


I had nostalgic memories imprisoned in my subconscious mind; as I ruefully


reminisced all those moments when I was young, 


 


And most importantly; superseding all things; I had her love imprisoned in my


heart; which bestowed upon me the impetus to blissfully live; fight for justice in this nonchalant world.

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