Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Some said it was empty; while some said that the glass was half full with water, 


 


Some said that it was rising in the sky; while some said that the color of the Sun was insipid and weak, 


 


Some said that it was standing tall and lanky; while some said that the tree was naked without leaves, 


 


Some said that they were succulent and ravishing; while some said that the grapes were sour and had holes in them, 


 


Some said that it was a twinkling star; while some said that it was a speck of


disdainful dirt; polluting the sky, 


 


Some said that he sang splendidly; while some said that he didn't give a chance for others to speak, 


 


Some said that it was an exotic evening; while some said that it was an 


unearthly hour past midnight, 


 


Some said that it was gorgeously flowing river; while some said that it swept along with it tones of moist earth, 


 


Some said that it was droplets of jubilation; while some said that it was tears of sadness dribbling slowly down, 


 


Some said that it was voluptuous wisps of air; while some that it was an 


ominous cloud hovering perilously around, 


 


Some said that it was a mystical tunnel; while some said that it was a gaping and long hole in the wall, 


 


Some said that it was a beautiful image; while some said that it was a gruesomely shattered mirror, 


 


Some said that it was a scintillating key; while some said that it was the completely open lock, 


 


Some said that it was mesmerizing yawn; while some said that it spread a


thunderous noise in vicinity, 


 


Some said that it was a vast reservoir of empathy; while some said that they


were a squinted pair of eyes, 


 


Some said that it was audaciously walking  forward; while some said that the


soldier was trampling fragile leaves and twigs, 


 


Some said that it was irrefutable truth; while some said that it stung them


like a quiver full of pugnacious arrows, 


 


Some said that it was violently throbbing; while some said that the heart made a person weak, 


 


Some said that she had given me birth; while some said that I had burdened the


earth still further, 


And it's simply the way you see it, So some said that it was wholesomely dead; while some said that its spirit was still living and bouncing alive



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