Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Blind me gruesomely for life; emptying the entire canister of piquant red chili powder into my innocuous eyes, 


 


Cut each of my fingers mercilessly; with the hostile pair of cleavers gleaming menacingly beside the kitchen sink, 


 


Ridicule me severely in public; ostracizing me for my plethora of misdeeds; stripping me naked in the heart of the city, 


 


Break a bulky cluster of rotten eggs on my scalp; giving me dead scorpion stuffed between stale bread; to forcefully munch for breakfast, 


 


Snap the brakes of my car deliberately before I left in the morning; so that the automobile plummeted horrendously into the steep valley; eventually exploding and charring me into a cloud of black plumes, 


 


Hurl a battalion of abuses at me every night before I drifted into tranquil sleep; addressing me by ghastly names that I had never envisaged in the wildest of my


dreams, 


 


Spit at me all the saliva loitering freely in your mouth; vomiting on my face all the foul food which you had consumed for lunch last afternoon, 


 


Put a slab of pugnacious thorns beneath my head; instead of the fir coated and silken pillow, 


 


Give me acid to drink instead of mineral water; uncouthly assassinating the intricate intestines encompassed within my stomach, 


 


Completely empty my bank account; spending each penny of my hard earned money on bombastic clothes you cherished and adored, 


 


Kick me in my rear like a stray dog wandering on the streets; ordering me to run to the most minuscule of your commands even after midnight, 


 


Pummel me brutally in my stomach; banging your fists relentlessly into my chest; just a minute after I was released from the operation room, 


 


Slash my writs with your heinous nails; ordering me to speak for you every time you opened your mouth, 


 


Pour boiling tea directly on my tender lap; instead of letting it harmoniously cascade into the cup stringently clasped in my hands, 


 


Sketch mortifying cartoons of my visage on the walls; displaying them proudly to every visitor who frequented our dwelling, 


 


Keep inscrutably smiling at me when I was inundated with work; hiding my importantly indispensable files far away from sight, 


 


Scream hysterically in my ears; fomenting them to rip apart in barbaric disarray; puncturing austerely through my sensitive membranes, 


 


Corrupt the mind of my child against me with appalling tales; telling him that I was a cold blooded criminal; when infact I was an ordinary sage, 


 


Try and strangulate my neck umpteenth number of times in a day; endeavoring your best to extricate the last iota of breath trapped in my lungs, 


 


Whip me for indefatigable number of hours with your broomstick; commanding me to walk upside down with my hands clinging to my ears, 


 


But please O! beloved, don't ever leave me and go; for this painful ordeal that I underwent every day was far less than the living dead I would become; if you


suddenly left me.



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