Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


As I surveyed the area sitting like a prince on the helicopter seat; sipping


with great relish; from a canister replete with chilled champagne, 


The scenes that struck my vision were profoundly appalling; and a silent sob


escaped my breath; making me nostalgic about my blissful past.


 


When I trespassed the streets in the swanky Mercedes; a cavalcade of cars


following me in stringent unison, 


I felt a cold shiver creep down my spine; disseminated a few bundles of scented currency chivalrously amongst the afflicted.


 


When I philandered through the village; royally seated on a horse; incessantly


pulling its reins; instigating it to gallop faster, 


I felt nimbly moved by the situation that confronted me; made an appeasing


speech to the masses to keep their calm.


 


While I transgressed through the hutments; masticating sumptuous delicacies; 


in the stupendously air-conditioned compartment of my train, 


I could hear stifled wails kissing my ears; and I immediately instructed my


colleagues to investigate more scrupulously into the matter; act philanthropically with the tyrannized people.


 


As I sighted the land; soaring high in my luxurious gas balloon; with a silken


ensemble of clouds caressing me voluptuously; every unleashing second, 


I saw a tiny conglomerate of people scampering in terror on the lanes; felt a


bit petrified at the sight of disaster; which in turn fomented me to drop multiple packets of food; to sanctimoniously assist those circumvented by bizarre  anguish.


 


When I glimpsed the houses through my field glasses; nibbling at robust chunks


of apple; sitting on the deck of the majestic ship, 


I saw hazy shadows of blood and panic; and incoherently babbled a message


through the loud speaker; appealing to the belligerent individuals to relinquish their swords.


 


As I peeked at the distraught scenario; eavesdropping on the brutal proceedings from the balcony of my grandiloquent bungalow, 


I ordered my guards to tighten security; instructed them to transport ladies


and helpless infants to corridors of safety.


 


When I was apprised of the gruesome situation; after viewing it explicitly on


the monstrous monitor of the planetarium, 


I dictated a nation wide alert; instantaneously dispatching battalions of army


and relief supply to cater to those rendered homeless.


 


While it was only sitting beside them; that I realized their veritable


grief; the devastation they had suffered after the killer earthquake, 


And what had taken me infinite expeditions to imbibe; now became as clear to


me as the back of my palm; as I embraced them wholeheartedly; felt their moist


tears dribble down my cheek; candidly yet emphatically portraying the aftermath of disaster.



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