Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Rays of glorious optimism; to kill the treacherously ghastly darkness of the sullen night, 


 


Avalanches of tantalizing mysticism; to kill dreadful chapters of fetidly rotting monotony, 


 


Dewdrops of philanthropic benevolence; to kill the bloody war of indiscriminate hatred, 


 


Pearls of perpetual wisdom; to kill the famished tyranny of hopelessly debilitating illiteracy, 


 


Cloudbursts of rhapsodic fantasy; to kill the painstaking agony of mutilating boredom, 


 


Fountains of mesmerizing scent; to kill the disdainfully traumatic odor of manipulative prejudice, 


 


Tornados of Herculean strength; to kill devastating laziness; slithering baselessly on chocolate brown wisps of mundane soil, 


 


Fabulously sweet cocoons of honey; to kill ruthless animosity; parasitically sucking 


all tribes, 


 


Fireballs of untamed passion; to kill cold blooded frigidity; irrevocably refusing the web of mystique and love, 


 


Mountains of astronomical conviction; to kill disastrous diffidence; deluged perennially in mournful remorse, 


 


Rainshowers of irrefutable truth; to kill satanic chains of hideously ostentatious lies, 


Swords of patriotic triumph; to kill traitors beheading their divinely sacrosanct motherland, 


 


Volcano's of unprecedented ecstasy; to kill self inflicted wounds of gory sorrow; tumultuously proliferating after caressing land, 


 


Winds of insurmountable ambition; to kill utterly nonchalant staring into murky space; for centuries immemorial, 


 


Voices of impeccably boisterous activity; to kill everlasting hours of compellingly abominable sleep, 


Nostalgic reflections of childhood; to kill inevitably advancing age; and the fear of relinquishing all energy, 


 


Romantic clouds of majestic art; to kill savage corruption and irate blasphemy of the living; in the stringently conventional society, 


 


Perpetually augmenting thunderbolts of love; to kill insidiously capricious and perilous hatred, 


 


And immortal rainbows of Godly life; to kill the heart of cowardly death; even before it could even nimbly arise.

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