Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


The Sun may have forgotten to shine at times; leaving the Earth submerged in partial darkness, 


 


The eyes may have forgotten to close; staring unrelentingly in the blazing fires, 


 


The trees may have forgotten to shed their leaves; enticed to sway in the moist breeze, 


 


The birds may have forgotten to chirp; thoroughly engrossed in building their nests, 


 


The clouds may have forgotten to rain; drifting away submissively with the wind, 


 


The lion may have forgotten to roar; lost in the aisles of desire and sleep, 


 


The chameleon may have forgotten to change its color; with its jaws busy in gobbling fat caterpillars, 


 


The diamonds may have forgotten to shine; when they were placed in a 


disdainful backdrop of coal, 


 


The rose may have forgotten to diffuse scent; trying to breathe for its life amidst a heap of pungent pesticide, 


 


The scorpion may have forgotten to sting; running haywire in a pool of slushy water, 


 


The snow may have forgotten to melt; not wanting to leave the body of the handsome mountain, 


 


The lips may have forgotten to smile; being besieged by day to day professionalism in society, 


 


The ocean may have forgotten to evolve waves; yielding pathetically to the tumultuous storm, 


 


The stars in the cosmos may have forgotten to twinkle; profoundly absorbed in watching the dainty fairies, 


 


The deserts may have forgotten to be hot; relishing the prospects of freaking out in the rain, 


 


The fingers may have forgotten to write; resting lazily under the silken feathered pillow, 


The dog may have forgotten to bark; petrified for an instant by the demon standing before him, 


 


The infant may have forgotten to cry; bemused for a moment by the wide ensemble of electronic toys, 


 


The Creator inadvertently may have forgotten to look at every man; busy chalking strategies to run the Universe, 


 


But me Forgetting her was Impossible; as she resided in the center of my heart; and every beat of mine wholesomely depended upon her breath that passionately flowed.



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To Forget Her Was Impossible

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