Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


No tree; should never ever be indiscriminately felled; replacing its astoundingly symbiotic breeze and compassionate fertility; with threadbare pieces of frigidly skewed twigs; instead, 


 


No conscience; should never ever be acridly tainted; replacing its irrefutably unassailable spirit of divine righteousness; with abominable coffins of derelict corruption; instead, 


 


No lip; should never ever be vindictively stitched; replacing its inimitably


unparalleled ocean of smiles and eternal happiness; with bizarrely dastardly


sorrow; instead, 


 


No scalp; should never ever be barbarously tonsured; replacing its sensuously vivacious flock of hair; with cadaverously invidious baldness; instead, 


 


No finger; should never ever be horrifically curled; replacing its uninhibitedly fathomless artistry; with dungeons of claustrophobically remorseful hell; instead, 


 


No sweat; should never ever be robotically stopped; replacing its emolliently glorious essence of perseveringly truthful existence; with the cynically emotionless ice of the monotonously mechanical air-conditioner; instead, 


 


No blood; should never ever be perniciously distilled; replacing its unsurpassably poignant ardor; with the drudgery of unceremoniously unsympathetic  manipulation; instead, 


 


No eye; should never ever be deliberately blinded; replacing its impeccably panoramic and limitlessly holistic capacity to sight; with amorphously gory


mortuaries of crippling darkness; instead, 


 


No stomach; should never ever be torturously emaciated; replacing its robustly celestial capacity to feed the entire body; with impoverished stones of reproachfully stymied emptiness; instead, 


 


No ear; should never ever be vituperatively deafened; replacing its unbelievably unfathomable sensitivity to every form of Lord's sounds; with horribly stagnating dilapidation till times immemorial; instead, 


 


No eyelash; should never ever be sadistically clipped; replacing its unceasingly enchanting and flirtatiously mischievous flashing; with a inanely wastrel and traumatically iconoclastic stare; instead, 


 


No tongue; should never ever be cold-bloodedly tied; replacing its inexhaustibly reinvigorating chirpiness; with the unbearable devils of irretrievably distraught dumbness; instead, 


 


No Sun; should never ever be insidiously jailed; replacing its Omnipotently


optimistic glimmer; with the maelstroms of sinfully debilitating darkness; 


instead, 


 


No Mother; should never ever be tyrannically adulterated; replacing her fabric of Omnipresently insuperable belonging; with licentiously ribald parasites of unforgivable prostitution; instead, 


 


No shoulder; should never ever be ruthlessly compressed; replacing its unflinchingly royal wave of selfless camaraderie; with intolerably deteriorating debauchery; instead, 


 


No breath; should never ever be inexorably choked; replacing its timelessly


burgeoning enlightenment of effulgent life; with the gallows of depravingly


ostracizing extinction; instead, 


 


No body; should never ever be deliriously tortured; replacing its triumphantly righteous exuberance to undauntedly surge ahead; with the winds of impoverishedly crumbling and lividly maniacal worthlessness; instead, 


 


No heart; should never ever be salaciously betrayed; replacing its immortal


beats of perpetually bonding love; with infinite dinosaurs of 


devilishness and deceit; instead, 


 


And No mind; should never ever be wasted; replacing its boundless cocoons of


unrestrictedly silken fantasy and indefatigably proliferating innovation; 


with the wails of the cacophonically howling skeleton; instead.



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