Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet

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You might ferociously abuse it for being monotonously


threadbare; disdainfully infiltrating the whites of


your eye; with the truculently blowing winds, 


 


You might indignantly kick at it in your times of


inexplicable frustration; at times profusely wounding


it with the uncouthly cold-blooded tip; of your spurious shoes, 


 


You might heinously spit on its shades of


compassionate brown; barbarically trampling it left


right and center; to insanely diffuse the abominable 


tensions circumventing your brain, 


 


You might place its value as capriciously invidious specks of grit and stone; hardly ever casting even the most fugitive of glance towards its poignantly amiable periphery, 


 


But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed; 


color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend


with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last


breath; such was the power of unassailably Omnipotent


and bountiful mud.


 


1.


 


You might ominously abhor the fact that it lay abreast your dwelling; proving a remorsefully indigent mismatch to your pillars and porch of stupendously embellished gold, 


 


You might acridly puke out your food in utterly


shocking disbelief; on the pretentiously worthless


pretext of it harboring ungainly dust, 


 


You might treacherously stab it with unrelentingly salacious strokes of your gleaming knife; frantically searching for surreptitious canopies of pricelessly glittering gold, 


 


You might propagate it as being lugubriously


meaningless; fretfully stagnating in dustbins of


forlorn isolation for centuries unprecedented, 


 


But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed; 


color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend


with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last


breath; such was the power of immortally Omniscient


and spell binding mud.


 


2.


 


You might ruthlessly mold it into fathomless sizes and shapes; just to flex the muscles of your irascibly blood soaked palms, 


 


You might relentlessly castigate it for its despicably


impoverished demeanor; drive your cars like an untamed


prince over its innocuously wailing contours, 


 


You might sleazily sell it to the most derogatorily manipulative strangers; inundate your pockets with scintillating silver; while bulldozers tyrannically razed it to construct edifices that sailed haughtily towards blue sky, 


 


You might lackadaisically dump all your decaying feces


from your abode into its silken carpet; laughing every


side of your body out; as you triumphantly feasted


upon its victimized integrity, 


 


But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed; 


color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend


with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last


breath; such was the power of pricelessly divine and


everlasting mud.


 


3.


 


You might tirelessly ostracize its sordidly ungainly


complexion; for horrendously tainting the outlines of


your spotlessly bombastic and bohemian feet, 


 


You might christen it as dreadfully morose and perniciously ghoulish; as it fostered your pathetically wavering shadow even in the most brilliantly sparkling Sun, 


 


You might at times construe it as your worst enemy; as


its unwitting undulations made you disastrously


stumble and kiss a world of despondently diminutive dirt, 


 


You might call it blasphemously adulterated; as


organisms of all shapes and fraternities; perpetually


embraced its rudimentarily scented skin, 


 


But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed; 


color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend


with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last


breath; such was the power of impregnably Omnipresent


and humanitarian mud.



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The Power Of Omnipotent Mud