Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


The most priceless thing that my mother could ever have bequeathed upon 


me; was her unconditional support and compassion; even in my times of


acrimoniously devastating survival, 


 


The most priceless thing that my sister could ever have bequeathed upon me; 


was a kaleidoscope of astoundingly intriguing mischief; making me perennially feel that I was that; unscrupulous child once again, 


 


The most priceless thing that my father could ever have bequeathed upon me; 


was an unrelenting dynamism to propel forward come what may; blaze more


ferociously than the midday Sun; even in the heart of the perniciously insidious midnight, 


 


The most priceless thing that my grandmother could ever have bequeathed upon


me; was a fabulously ingratiating tale of my sparklingly revered ancestors; an unparalleled urge in me to trace back my aboriginal rudiments; till the last breath I that I inhaled, 


 


The most priceless thing that my neighbors could ever have bequeathed upon


me; was an ecstatic spirit of never-dying unity; coalescing every benevolent


step of theirs with my; unflinchingly revolution towards righteousness, 


 


The most priceless thing that my friends could ever have bequeathed upon me; 


was an unprecedented ardor to gyrate in mesmerizing boisterousness; shrug


all tensions of the monotonously sweltering day; to wholeheartedly romance


with the winds of the ravishing night, 


 


The most priceless thing that my children could ever have bequeathed upon


me; was profound whirlpools of immaculate newness; that led me to intransigently grope for fascinating enchantment; on every mesmerizing path that I tread, 


 


The most priceless thing that my shadow could ever have bequeathed upon


me; was a cloud of voluptuously titillating excitement; enveloping me in a


whirlwind of seductively princely imagination; for decades unfathomable, 


 


The most priceless thing that my echo could ever have bequeathed upon


me; was a bountifully ringing ebullience; an unassailable magnet of mysticism


that profusely entrenched each of my drearily bedraggled nerves, 


 


The most priceless thing that my pet could ever have bequeathed upon me; was


an irrevocably sacerdotal feeling of timeless faith; a fortress of impregnable solidarity to believe forever; in all philanthropic living kind, 


The most priceless thing that my dwelling could ever have bequeathed upon me; was enchantingly blissful support in my times of disastrously stagnating isolation; a synergistically placating vivaciousness; that kept me bereft of all debilitation and murderous disease, 


 


The most priceless thing that my pen could ever have bequeathed upon me; was


ubiquitously enthralling words of candid humanity; an astoundingly amiable


fountain of gregarious relationships; which grew even more formidable in


times of dooming distress, 


 


The most priceless thing that my eyes could ever have bequeathed upon me; 


was the marvelous artistry on the canvas of the fathomless Universe; the gloriously Aristocratic beauty hidden in each tranquil particle; of the handsome atmosphere, 


 


The most priceless thing that my ancestors could ever have bequeathed upon me; was such miraculously Omnipotent parents; whose fragrance of stupendously enlightening existence; is what I will always cherish in every diminutive birth of mine, 


 


The most priceless thing that my God could ever have bequeathed upon me; was


an incessant river of boundless creativity; an unsurpassable energy to magically conceive; beyond the intriguingly extraordinary, 


 


The most priceless thing that my conscience could ever have bequeathed upon 


me; was the immutably unconquerable sword of divine truth; wholesomely extinguishing the very rudiments; of the chapter called lecherous lies, 


 


The most priceless thing that my breath could ever have bequeathed upon me; 


was a tireless ardor to holistically survive; sensuously fantasize beyond the realms of tantalizing paradise; as each puff of ravishing air entered into my famished nostrils, 


 


The most priceless thing that my heart could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a thunderous obsession to chase the innermost voices lingering in my soul;  indefatigably resonate in the beats of a majestically melodious existence, 


 


And the most priceless thing that my beloved could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an unending ocean of immortal love; relentlessly teaching me to affably share and desire; relentlessly teaching me to be always helping humanity; and enthusiastically alive.



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