Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


The gap between the brilliantly extreme " North Pole" and supremely celestial "South Pole: " was infinite; yet you weren't  perturbed even an infinitesimally ethereal iota, 


 


The gap between blistering Sunlit " East" and desolately whimpering " West "


was infinite; yet you weren't disoriented even a clammily squelched iota, 


 


The gap between the enigmatically enchanting " Nature "and disdainfully monotonous " Concrete Building" was infinite; yet you weren't hassled even


an inconspicuously parsimonious iota, 


 


The gap between the fathomlessly iridescent "Sky" and frantically bombarded


"Land " was infinite; yet you weren't bothered even an ephemerally shrinking


iota, 


 


The gap between the nostalgically tempestuous " Past " and pragmatically placating 


" Present " was infinite; yet you weren't perpetuated even an fugitively frigid iota, 


 


The gap between irrefutably unassailable " Truth " and derogatorily cold-blooded 


" Lies "was infinite; yet you weren't pierced even a fleetingly diminutive iota, 


 


The gap between beautifully blessing " Humanity " and hedonistically treacherous " Insanity " was infinite; yet you weren't moved even an fecklessly evanescent iota, 


 


The gap between diabolically pulverizing " Crime" and unsurpassably bountiful 


" Motherhood " was infinite; yet you weren't permeated even a nonchalantly disappearing iota, 


 


The gap between punctiliously sagacious " Logic" and deliriously decrepit 


"Rampancy" was infinite; yet you weren't touched even a diminutively insolvent iota, 


 


The gap between ubiquitously enamoring " Honesty " and despondently barbarous 


" Politics" was infinite; yet you weren't affected even a worthlessly floating iota, 


 


The gap between ebulliently exhilarating " Freedom" and disastrously dilapidated 


" Incarceration " was infinite; yet you weren't troubled even a ludicrously obsolete iota, 


 


The gap between compassionately tantalizing " Sweetness" and venomously ballistic " Retribution "was infinite; yet you weren't distraught even a mercurially fading iota, 


 


The gap between perennially fructifying " Rain" and devastatingly truculent 


" Drought" was infinite; yet you weren't vexed even a baselessly inane iota, 


The gap between beautifully blessing " Paradise" and the malevolently cannibalistic 


" Parasite" was infinite; yet you weren't disturbed a threadbarely nonexistent iota, 


 


The gap between the lecherously victimized " Gutter" and the majestically insuperable steps of " Heaven" was infinite; yet you weren't dwindled even


an invisibly infidel iota, 


 


The gap between heartlessly sermonizing "War" and eternally resplendent  "Childhood" was infinite; yet you weren't shaken even a meagerly fractional


iota, 


 


The gap between deplorably decaying " Illiteracy" and prosperously burgeoning 


" Kinsmanship" was infinite; yet you weren't pierced even a stingily corrugated iota, 


 


The gap between brutally decimating " Anarchy" and uninhibitedly priceless 


" Artistry " was infinite; yet you weren't whiplashed even a mundanely measly iota, 


 


The gap between the impregnably priceless " Innocence" and bombastically prejudiced " Manipulation" was infinite; yet you weren't frazzled even a incoherently diminishing iota, 


 


And paradoxically to the above the gap between immortally heavenly "Life"


and inevitably destined " Death" was just a single breath; yet you dreadfully bemoaned about that moment; uncontrollably trembled at its very thought even before you devoured your first morsel of food on this fathomless planet; even before you emitted your very first cry.



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