Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet
In order to wipe sweat trickling down my nape; I used a large bandanna,
in order to wipe blotches of mud from my demeanor; I used a soft towel,
in order to wipe scalding tea from my shirt; I used a colossal palm leaf,
in order to wipe invincible stains of crimson betel; I used stringent antiseptic,
in order to wipe agglutinated paint from the wall; I used a blend of water and salt,
in order to wipe tons of sawdust from the pellucid glass; I used a fluffy brush of handsome cotton,
in order to wipe sumptuous grape vine from the barrel; I used my tongue,
in order to wipe oleaginous grease from live grass; I used micro thin bristles of brush,
in order to wipe disdainful sewage from earth; I used a pair of dry twigs to incinerate,
in order to wipe saline tears from her eyes; I used my strong palm,
in order to wipe immaculate chalk from the blackboard, I used a rosewood duster,
in order to wipe incongruous thorns from the mystical grave; I used a forked pickaxe,
in order to wipe blood oozing profusely from my wounds; I used a concoction
of whisky and sponge,
in order to wipe erroneous blunders in pronunciation; I used the dictionary,
in order to wipe mascara from her dainty eyes; I used my luscious red lips,
in order to wipe my bowels clean of debris; I used a well spun sanitary towel,
in order to wipe brackish footprints of my triangular feet; I used soft detergent,
in order to wipe flakes of white powder from my scalp; i vociferously used an
extract of medieval roots,
in order to wipe venomous poison from her cheek; I articulately used my teeth and withdrew,
in order to wipe moisture from sequestered interiors of my home; I made use of fumigating Sunlight,
and in order to wipe the heinous sins I committed this existing life; I took birth for infinite decades,
harnessing the void created with my precious blood
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In Order To Wipe My Sins
In Order To Wipe My Sins
