Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet
Where do we get succulent fruit from; scores of raspberry attached to fresh green leaves,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the tall and finely corrugated tree.
Where do we get flocculent wool from; clusters of fur curled up in bountiful heaps,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the rotund and blissful mountain sheep.
Where do we get salt from; tones of white powder to impregnate favor to our meals,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the magnanimous
and turbulently swirling ocean.
Where do we get milk from; immaculate curd dribbling to consume; for blissfully commencing every morning,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the sacrosanct and robust cow.
Where do we get glistening leather from; sleazy chunks of cloth to make our pocket purses,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the slithering and tantalizing reptile.
Where do we get scintillating pearls from; impeccable jewels untouched by adulteration,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the delectably molded shell of oyster.
Where do we get loads of illumination from; dazzling rays to fumigate the profusely moistened earth,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than celestial body of the blazing Sun.
Where do we get mesmerizing fragrance from; gorgeous scent profoundly besieging our nostrils,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the crimson colored and dew drop coated lotus.
Where do we get rain from; pelting globules of liquid blended with streaks of white lightning,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the colossal expanse of the ominously black sky.
Where do we get bountiful blessings from; tones of unsurpassable success in every sphere of life which we undertake,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the omniscient Almighty.
Where do we get insurmountable love from; the exuberant spirit in life to contentedly exist,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the impeccable beloved.
And where do we get an outlet to uninhibitedly express our emotions; informally blurt out the most inconspicuous problem of our mind,
The answer to this is as ubiquitous as ever; for it is none other than the divine mother.
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