Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


The Dinosaur perceived it to be an inconspicuous insect; a small speck of dirt


lying sprawled amongst infinite others of its kind, 


 


The red ants on the floor perceived it to be a colossal mountain; with black roots on its summit, 


 


The clouds hovering in the cosmos perceived it to be; a passing draught of placid wind, 


 


The yellow beaked birds floating in the pond; perceived it to be a flimsy fledgling having just hatched out, 


 


The ominous reptiles slithering in unchopped meadows of grass; perceived it to


be a gigantic worm with bulging eyes, 


 


The fiery body of sun in the sky; perceived it to a hindrance; irascibly blocking its scintillating rays, 


 


The rustic chimpanzees perched high on the trees; perceived it to be a tiny inclusion into their vivacious tribe, 


 


The chameleon transgressing through the incongruous bushes; perceived it to be


a gargantuan mosquito; impossible to be gobbled, 


 


The stray dogs philandering through the desolate streets; perceived it to be a chunk of sumptuous chicken; the very sight of which made them profusely slaver at their mouths, 


 


The obstreperously humming bees in their cat combed hives; perceived it to be an organism of their fraternity; when it incessantly cried, 


 


The monstrous sharks in the deep ocean; perceived it to be a fragile and sticky tadpole; without its tail, 


 


The discordantly buzzing mosquitoes; perceived it to be a blend of rich flesh and blood; a rare treat to encounter once in a while, 


 


The silver spider entwined within the intricate threads of its web; perceived it to be a crusader; who could squelch its dwelling at any moment, 


 


The squirrels wandering through the meandering burrows; perceived it to be a


sumptuous nut; soft and supple to nibble, 


The diabolically toothed alligator in the swampy marshes; perceived it to be crunchy bread for breakfast, 


 


The pigs ambling languidly on the streets; perceived it to be a sophisticated bundle of scented garbage, 


 


The rats trespassing through the floors at night; perceived it to be a freshly prepared conglomerate of food, 


 


The creator who evolved him from my womb; perceived him to be a human being; a


tangible entity out of the millions he had created, 


 


While I perceived ' MY BABY'; to be the most beautiful person in this world; 


the most priceless treasure ever existing on this planet; Yes your guess is as


good as mine; for I was none other than his mother.



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