Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


The clouds didn't need even the most capricious of permission whatsoever; to torrentially diffuse intounrelenting thunderbolts of ecstatically golden rain, 


 


The rose didn't need even the most infinitesimal of permission whatsoever; to grandiloquently culminate into a fountain of ebullient scent; stupendously


mystify every iota of the bedraggled atmosphere, 


 


The grass didn't need even the most spurious of permission whatsoever; to euphorically tingle traumatically dreary soles; miraculously metamorphose all swelteringly dolorous into a cistern of rhapsodic freshness, 


 


The sheep didn't need even the most mercurial of permission whatsoever; to leave behind a trail of immaculate belonging; profusely inundate the disastrously commercial arena with meadows of glorious innocuousness, 


 


The stars didn't need even the most parsimonious of permission whatsoever; to resplendently twinkle all night; timelessly deluge the ghastly curtainspread of


sullen darkness; with whirlwinds of optimistic light, 


 


The Sun didn't need even the most diminutive of permission whatsoever; to flamboyantly blaze through every quarter of this colossal Universe; ubiquitously


disseminate its spell of enchanting optimism to every dwelling besieged with horrendous despair, 


 


The mountains didn't need even the most tiniest of permission whatsoever; to compassionately sequester the infirm in their affable belly; tower majestically


as harbingers of irrefutable solidarity; for centuries immemorial, 


 


The bees didn't need even the most obfuscated of permission whatsoever; to evolve into royal whirlpools of bountiful honey; infiltrate the lugubrious complexion of the dusty afternoon; with melodiously spell binding honey, 


 


The waves didn't need even the most insignificant of permission whatsoever; to culminate into tantalizingly reinvigorating froth; unrelentingly ooze a ravishing


entrenchment of poignantly heartfelt salt, 


 


The nightingale didn't need even the most measly of permission whatsoever; to stupendously titillate each dying nerve of the disdainfully frazzled body; with an


ocean of unsurpassably everlasting enchantment, 


 


The squirrel didn't need even the most oblivious of permission whatsoever; to frolic impeccably through the mists of untamed desire; uninhibitedly fulminate into an astounding kaleidoscope of vivacious color as it gallivanted through the handsome trees, 


 


The leaves didn't need even the most nonchalant of permission whatsoever; to seductively rustle into silken carpets of exuberant breeze; profusely solemnize the complexion of the disastrously decaying air; with reflections of insatiably unending


happiness, 


 


The hands didn't need even the most insipid of permission whatsoever; to wholeheartedly clap at every blissful occasion of existence; effusively express


their jubilant enthrallment to the most unprecedented limits, 


 


The waterfalls didn't need even the most non-existent of permission whatsoever; to ingratiatingly placate drearily scorched travelers; bequeath a legacy of sparkling togetherness upon all those murderously pinched by the corpse of bizarre commercialism, 


 


The butterflies didn't need even the most evanescent of permission whatsoever; to gorgeously flutter in exotically regale sunshine; manifest into an unfathomable sky of eternal mischief all marathon day, 


 


The true martyrs didn't need even the most ethereal of permission whatsoever; to audaciously fight for their sacrosanct motherland; relinquish every iota of their


breath for the sake of their beautifully revered country, 


 


The rainbows didn't need even the most transient of permission whatsoever; to Omnisciently engulf every withering cranny of this Herculean planet; with


fabulous infernos of ardent companionship, 


 


The infant didn't need even the most remotest of permission whatsoever; to holistically savor divine milk from the chest of its Godly mother; unleash into


a string of Omnipotently incoherent wails; as the Sun disappeared in wholesome entirety from blue sky, 


 


And the Heart didn't need even the most microscopic of permission whatsoever; to ecstatically liberate its incomprehensible river of passionate beats; immortally


bond them with the soul mate of its existence; perpetually unite them with the entity it solely loved.



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