Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


When I was just born; witnessing the first rays of brilliant dawn, 


swinging innocuously in my rustic cradle; with intricate bells jingling over


my forehead, 


they asked me whether I wanted honey or frosty milk.


 


When I grew a little older; crawling onerously on my spongy pair of feet, 


crying effusively; emitting volatile tears from my cheek, 


They asked me whether; I wanted a toy; embracing and hoisting me high in


their arms.


 


When I started going to school; voraciously pedaling my dilapidated bicycle, 


Chewing my crimson colored lips; which superbly blended with my babyish


white tinge, 


They asked me insistently; about the marks I had secured in my arithmetic paper.


 


When I scrupulously passed high school; passing with exorbitant marks in a


plethora of subjects, 


The surreal days of childhood; now an evanescent memory of the past, 


They asked me the arenas I was going to specialize; trying to decode my aptitude towards life.


 


When I transited to realms of youth; with impetuous blood circulating in slender veins, 


Bulging muscles protruding from the flimsy fabric of my knitted shirt, 


They asked me; the ways and indispensable means to perspire in the sun and earn.


 


When I procreated a battalion of progeny  of my own, 


Devoting infinite hours of the day; catering to their boisterous demands, 


They asked me; whether the children were mine or did I adopt them.


 


When I acquired the form of an old man; with grizzly hair encompassing my scalp, 


An ocean of bones drooping in my body; with gaping holes clearly visible as I blatantly opened my mouth, 


They asked me; how much I had achieved in the tenure of my life, 


Trying to test reserve levels of my prevailing endurance.


 


And eventually when I departed for my heavenly abode; succumbing to 


perils of old age, 


The amalgamate of supple flesh and bones in my body; reduced to sacrosanct ash, 


They mercilessly asked the cause of my death; the amount of affluence I had accumulated and now safely stored.



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