Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Change irascible hatred; into bountiful winds of benevolence, 


 


Change hideously horrendous entities; into marvelous rainbows inhabiting the animated skies, 


 


Change disgustingly abominable decay; into an overwhelmingly fragrant festoon of pearls; cascading from the cosmos, 


 


Change morbidly debilitating blindness; into stupendously optimistic beams of fresh light, 


 


Change baseless chapters of mocking incoherence; into exquisitely grandiloquent mirrors; as articulate as framework of God's language, 


 


Change perilously obese; into a robust complexioned fountain of blissful health and celestial happiness, 


 


Change the precariously menacing edge of knife; into a golden carpet of profusely glistening silk, 


 


Change the frigidly soggy matchstick melting like a pack of cards; into an audaciously valiant warrior; sacrificing his every belonging for his divinely motherland, 


 


Change the solitarily dilapidated pool of fetid water; into a garden of incredulously rejuvenating and poignant tea leaves, 


 


Change the pertinently buzzing parasitic mosquito; into a charismatically dainty fairy; leaping with exultation on the satiny cushion of paradise, 


 


Change the agonizingly traumatized volcano's; into placid fountains of impeccable peace, 


 


Change the garbage deluged gutter; into a fabulously redolent rose; blossoming into untamed exuberance every unfurling second, 


 


Change the miserably dwindling and hopeless leper; into a royal eagle soaring majestically through crimson clouds, 


 


Change the utterly dilapidated speck of battered stone; into the unfathomably luxurious castle; glistening splendidly under fiery rays of Omnipotent Sun, 


 


Change the cowards who were ungainly dumb; into boisterously delectable and 


lion hearted humming bees, 


 


Change the viciously twisted pathways; into enchanting tunnels leading to the absolute summit of paradise, 


 


Change the diabolically blood sucking devils; into philanthropically benign beings; disseminating the true splendor of mankind, 


 


Change the perfidiously plotting heart; into a perpetual epitome of ultimate belonging, 


 


Change the manipulatively corrupt and dead soul; into the most wonderful gift called; priceless humanity, 


 


But O! Almighty Lord; let true love; remain immortal forever and ever and ever and ever.



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