Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet

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The instrument indispensable to stay happy was to stay contented, 


The instrument indispensable to feel warm; was to consume a pitcher full of sizzling tea, 


The instrument indispensable to unrelentingly fight like a true stalwart; was courage blended with lots of brawn, 


The instrument indispensable to swim in the choppy waves of ocean; was dexterous swirling of the hands and feet, 


The instrument indispensable to produce ravishing fragrance; was the ornately embellished crimson rose, 


The instrument indispensable to uninhibitedly laugh; was to be tickled voraciously in the intricate ribs, 


The instrument indispensable to quench thirst; was crystalline sacs of mountain water, 


The instrument indispensable to decode accurate time; was a compactly studded wrist watch, 


The instrument indispensable to run a computer; was a plethora of coherent microchips, 


The instrument indispensable to run marathon distance at swashbuckling speeds; was the tenacity of the leg, 


The instrument indispensable to fly a kite at astronomical heights in the sky; was a pliable and slender string, 


The instrument indispensable to fumigate infection and gloom from distant corners of the globe; was dazzling rays of Sunshine, 


The instrument indispensable to hysterically sob; was the salinity in the eyes juxtaposed with tribulation, 


The instrument indispensable to inundate blank canvas with rustic streaks of color; was a articulately sculptured paint brush, 


The instrument indispensable to produce loads of salubrious milk; was the mother cow, 


The instrument indispensable to inculcate overwhelming strength in the body; was to perseveringly work and consume food, 


The instrument indispensable to produce fiery sensations in the palms; was 


to vigorously knead them, 


The instrument indispensable to feel miserably cold; was to stand on the summit of the mountain bereft of any clothes, 


The instrument indispensable to produce itching in the scalp; was abhorrent dandruff, 


The instrument indispensable to produce blazing fires; was a wildly strewn pile of baked twigs, 


The instrument indispensable to produce torrential rain; was a conglomerate of black thunder clouds, 


The instrument indispensable to illuminate a cloistered room; was waves of white electricity, 


The instrument indispensable to produce fetid smell; was a mountain of orphan sewage, 


The instrument indispensable to produce mesmerizing tunes; was the eloquent and mystical nightingale, 


The instrument indispensable to produce pools of ghastly blood; was the nefarious nozzle of the automatic gun, 


The instrument indispensable to provoke violence; was discriminating illusions of religion, 


The instrument indispensable to produce sleep; was feeling exorbitantly exhausted, 


And the instrument indispensable to live; was incessantly love; and incorporate the same in the hearts of the commoner.



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