Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


It was very easy to let gallons of water pass under the bridge; as all one had to do was open the wrought iron gates, 


But to stop its flow thereafter was exceedingly tedious; as the stream picked up speed; swelled leaps and bounds every unfurling second.


 


It was very easy to speed up a car; as all you needed was to uncouthly press upon the accelerator, 


But to freeze it completely in its footsteps was an insurmountable task; as the sedan swerved wildly on the wet tarmac; rotating umpteenth number of times; before achieving refined degrees of control.


 


It was very easy to light a cigarette; as all one required was a nimble flame emanating from the matchstick, 


But to subside its flames was a Herculean task; as the lungs developed an insatiable addiction for the acrid smoke.


 


It was very easy to provoke a tiger; as all you needed was to poke it in its ribs; disdainfully drench it with water right in its den, 


But it was an agonizing wait before the beast pacified; as it tore apart the flesh of several innocent; before eventually drifting into his afternoon siesta.


 


It was very easy to make a person blind; as you had to do was hurl a tumbler of fuming acid towards his immaculate face, 


But to regain back sight was simply unattainable; as the blackness hovering over his eyes; became more intense with the fading light.


 


It was very easy to shatter a colossal ensemble of glass; as all you needed to


do was bang its surface coercively with hard stone, 


But to recoup its fragments was a marathon job; as they lay scattered rampantly; and a majority concealed in black mud all around.


 


It was very easy to spend money; as all you had to do was  purchase every


object that appeared enamoring to your eye, let it drizzle chivalrously from


your palms, 


But to earn it back was overwhelmingly hard; as each penny acquired conscientiously; made you shed more than a million drops of your sweat.


 


It was very easy to say 'I love you'; as all you needed to do was romanticize


incessantly in the tunnel of tantalizing romance, 


But to sustain the same became stupendously difficult; as you had to fight an


head on battle with the sanctimonious society; break your back to suffice 


daily fodder.


And it was very easy to kill a person; as all you had to do was ruthlessly compress the trigger of your gleaming gun, 


But to revive back life proved wholesomely futile; as it was impossible to enter the territories of the omnipotent Creator.



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