Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Service to all those gruesomely blinded; unable to sight even an infinitesimal iota of their reflection in the most brilliant of sunlight; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those pathetically maimed; disastrously stumbling for life on each step; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those mentally bereaved; wholesomely immune to the wonderfully bountiful beauty around; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those abominably orphaned; uncouthly bereft of the ones they solely loved and adored; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those tyrannically lambasted; brutally kicked from all quarters of the treacherous society; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those saddeningly deaf; devastatingly unable to hear even the most thunderous sound that uttered from their throat; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those miserably dumb; groping till times immemorial in a whirlpool of ghastly darkness; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to those inexplicably gloomy; wandering maniacally with the whiplash of barbaric destiny upon their shoulder; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those penuriously widowed; bearing the savagery of the vindictive world after the departure of their mates; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those disdainfully oppressed; being unrelentingly condemned by spuriously bombastic and diabolical power leaders; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those remorsefully lonely; existing for the remainder of their lives in dungeons of ominous morbidity and obsolescence; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those ludicrously crumbling; being pulverized every instant at the hands of the satanic devil for ostensibly no fault of theirs; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those indefatigably rotting; stagnating under the onslaught of the evil in the corridors of pernicious hell; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those unfathomably shivering; blending prematurely with threadbare soil without a roof to harbor their heads; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those penalizingly enslaved; devilishly forced to lick the dirt all sweltering day and sullen night; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those insidiously crippled; slithering without arms and feet on ditheringly cold ground; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those precariously famished; extinguishing into nothingness as the winds of tumultuously torturous starvation took complete control; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to the staggeringly impoverished; surviving in gutters of malicious hatred well below the poverty line; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Service to all those viciously injured; with agonizing blood oozing from their immaculate veins indiscriminately refraining to cease the slightest; is irrefutably true service to the divine, 


 


Over and above all; Service to all mankind; irrespective of caste; creed; religion and color alike; is irrefutably true service to the divine



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