Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


In order to sign the bombastic chequebook; I used an ink resembling pure sapphire pearls, 


 


In order to sign the hotel guestbook; I used an ink suckled from freshly tantalizing Mountain mud, 


 


In order to sign the dreaded terrorist's death sentence; I used an ink extracted 


from venomous reptile skins, 


 


In order to sign the blissful peace treaty between neighboring continents; I used an ink extracted from poignantly delectable raspberry, 


 


In order to sign my best friends palm; I used an ink withdrawn from astoundingly tangy lemon, 


 


In order to sign on the innocuous student's annual examination paper; I used an ink extracted from the austerely scarlet rose, 


 


In order to sign in the official company register; I used an ink of nimble light blue, 


 


In order to sign on the ragged village wall; I used an ink suckled from indigenous cowdung, 


 


In order to sign on the baby's cheeks; I used an ink of wholesomely impeccable and sacrosanct cow milk, 


 


In order to sign on the dead man's will; I used an ink extracted from the perpetually silent and ghoulish owl, 


 


In order to sign on the ingeniously written scientist's thesis; I used an ink of contemporary silver and slippery mercury, 


 


In order to sign on the celestially embossed marriage invitation; I used an ink extricated from the fabulously gorgeous pink lotus, 


 


In order to sign on my salary increment application; I used an ink of 


intractably adhering black paint, 


 


In order to sign on the overwhelmingly confidential presidential document; I used an ink of glittering emerald green; evacuated from the fossils loitering in tandem on the century old ocean bed, 


 


In order to sign the artist's majestic painting; I used an ink extracted from royally curled oligarchic peacock quills, 


 


In order to sign the horrendously corrupt politician's ordeal; I used an ink of exorbitantly cheap and stinking gutter water, 


 


In order to sign the aristocratically woven recommendation letter; I used an ink imprisoned in the heart of the marvelously radiating oyster, 


 


In order to sign the gardeners pending bills; I used an ink extracted from ravishingly fresh green grass, 


 


In order to sign the feeble patient's crisp hospital vouchers; I used an ink of the most stringent antiseptic, 


 


In order to sign the film star's swanky autobiography; I used an ink resembling glamorous diamonds sparkling tenaciously in the garish showroom, 


 


In order to sign the birth certificate of the immaculate tied orphan for securing admission in playtime nursery; I used an ink extracted from the vividly vivacious cluster of red cherry, 


 


In order to sign the magicians insurmountably enigmatic visiting card; I used an ink extracted from mystical blueberry herb, 


 


And in order to sign the bond of love; the pact of immortal romance between me and my beloved; I used an ink of my very own and profusely passionate crimson blood.



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