Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


The flower while diffusing its scent didn't think even once, as to whether its fragrance was going to be inhaled by the savage beasts or by an impeccable human, 


 


The clouds while pelting sheets of crystal rain didn't think even once, as to whether the water would drench a person who was ominously black or pure white, 


 


The trees while shedding fruit didn't think even once as to whether the resins toppling would be consumed by road side beggar or the jeweled prince seated


handsomely on the crown, 


 


The fire while blazing full throttle didn't think even once, as to whether its flames would shelter the naked or the fully clothed; in the freezing night, 


 


The moon shimmering majestically didn't think even once as to whether its profound glow would illuminate the house of a 'Hindu' or an orthodox 'Islam', 


 


The river flowing perennially didn't think even once, as to whether its waters would pacify the thirst of a blind man or a girl with golden eyes, 


 


The bees while making tones of sparkling honey didn't think even once, as to whether a mother would apply the same on her infants lips or red ants would crawl


greedily from all sides, 


 


The wind as it gustily blew didn't think even once, as to whether its harmonious flow cooled the most sophisticated or granted solace to those behind prison bars in sweltering summer, 


 


The feather tipped pen as it wrote didn't think even once, as to whether it was held in the hands of the sanctimonious priest or a true writer embossing boundless lines of literature with his own blood, 


 


The wet soil sprawled over million kilometers of territory didn't think even once, as to whether it was going to be used in construction of the grandiloquent castle or to raise walls of the dingy seaside hut, 


 


The oxygen circulating freely in air didn't think even once, as to whether its was going to instill new life in the lungs of a criminal or revive the dying prime-minister, 


 


The tufts of immaculate cotton sprouting in fields didn't even think once, as to whether they were going to be stitched for the body of a King or would softly


caress the one legged orphan, 


 


The panoramic landscapes of Nature didn't even think once, as to whether their beauty would drown the mightiest entity or harbor the hideous beaked vulture, 


 


The enchanting cuckoo while singing didn't think even once, as to whether its voice would appease the soldiers marching through the border or put off the ungainly burglars to tranquil sleep, 


 


The silver granules of sweat while dribbling didn't think even once, as to whether to ooze from the armpits of a Business tycoon or roll from the bedraggled laborer working on the rooftop, 


 


The heart while throbbing didn't think even once, as to whether it was beating in the chest of a tall man or people born as dwarfs since birth, 


 


The passion in love didn't think even once, as to whether it was embracing the stinkingly rich or the individual trespassing in tottered trousers, 


 


The Creator while evolving the Universe didn't think even once, as to whether there would be man or woman, the rich or poor, the black or white, the tall or


short, the language of English or mystical Sanskrit, 


 


THEN WHO THE HELL WERE YOU TO DISCRIMINATE, ATTACH


BASELESS VALUES TO SOCIETY AND CASTE, RIP APART THE


ENTIRE HUMAN KIND INTO SEGMENTS OF DIFFERENT COLOR?



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