Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


What use was it to give an infinite exuberantly salty waves of the undulating sea; to the nimbly grazing cow; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else;  but the impregnably celestial fields of bountiful grass? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite unending skies to the boisterously bubbling bee; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the mellifluously enchanting walls of its tiny little rhapsodic hive? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite mists of surreally tantalizing laziness to the blisteringly patriotic soldier; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the blazing battlefield of war fearlessly fighting for his venerated motherland? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite disdainfully monotonous and corporate clocks to the sensuously untamed poet; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the dreamland of uninhibitedly unending and ecstatic wilderness? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite bombastically ebullient racecourses to the treacherously maimed; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but his reclusively darkened room with quintessential morsels of water; humanity and food? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite incomprehensible scripts of aristocratically fantastic literature to the majestic bird; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but untainted bits of pristinely magnanimous sky? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite castles of glistening gold to the newly born infant; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the Omnipotently sacrosanct lap of its heavenly mother? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite regale deserts to the effulgently leaping fish; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the waves of the unceasingly tangy sea? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite battalion of swanky cars to the royally parading lion; for whom the ultimate was in nothing else; but the rapaciously tantalizing outgrowths of the wonderfully arcane forests? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite idols of the Omnipresent Lord to the


contumaciously cold-blooded murderer; for whom the ultimate paradise was in


nothing else; but innocent blood barbarically spewing around? 


 


 


 


What use was it to give an infinite jars of honey to the rambunctiously


slithering spider; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but


resplendently silken strands of the unbelievably articulate web? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite thrones embellished with mesmerizing


diamonds to the tirelessly sauntering camel; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the vividly shimmering sands of the insatiably sweltering desert? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite firmaments of unconquerable truth to the disgracefully delinquent politician; for whom the ultimate paradise was in


nothing else; but the ghoulishly decrepit maelstroms of diabolical bloodshed and manipulative prejudice? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite spiffy pop songs to the torturously estranged and kicked dog; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the cacophonic bark which emanated congenitally from his mouth; and the compassionate feet of his master? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite harmoniously salubrious vegetables to the hideously hungry crocodile; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the scent of effusively reinvigorating and insanely pulverized human flesh and bone? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite perspicaciously terrestrial preachings to the frigidly century old corpse; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but performing penance in the aisles of Heaven or Hell; wherever the Lord placed it with the unraveling moment? 


 


What use was it to give an infinite well's of exquisitely immaculate curd to the hedonistic termite; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but obsoletely dilapidated pieces of orphaned and clammily deteriorating wood? 


 


And what use was it to give an infinite civilizations of currency coin to the passionately thundering heart; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the unassailable beats of immortal love; love and solely immortal love?



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