Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


More invincible than the colossal mountains; virtually impregnable from all sides, 


More unfathomable than the blue skies; prevalent in billions of entities transgressing upon the trajectory of this planet, 


More mesmerizing than the voice of the nightingale; illuminating a path of dazzling optimism in an atmosphere encroached viciously with ominous light, 


More transparent than the rays of the heavenly Sun; stringently annihilating the most minuscule trace of evil forever from this Universe, 


Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies? 


 


More poignant than the crimson streams of blood in body; irrefutably silencing the web of salacious lies with the power of its divinely voice, 


More cherished than any ornament in the world; not procurable for even the entire wealth assimilated on the planet, 


More unsurpassable than the golden horizons; tenaciously standing tall engulfed with a blanket of its own convictions, 


More grandiloquent than any sight decipherable by the eye; escalating incessantly in a majestic aura that encompassed the divine, 


Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies? 


 


More piquant than the profusely salty ocean; fumigating the most inconspicuous trace of devilish energy; with the celestial antiseptic in its persona, 


More persevering than the infinite tons of sweat shed under sweltering winds of the day; laboring all the way to repay Almighty Creator in the best possible way, 


More natural than the wail of a freshly born organism; worshipped by even the most Omnipotent for its ubiquitously sacrosanct grace, 


More passionate than the handsomely amber flames; incarcerating boundless in the swirl of its innocuous sincerity, 


Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies? 


 


More straighter than the arrow; embedding the virtue of righteousness even countless feet beneath soil, 


More revered than the footsteps of the amicable mother; holding the most supreme spot in each heart palpitating under the firmament of sky, 


More enchanting than the best of ingratiating perfume; instilling its perpetually benevolent fragrance in whosoever who even nimbly desired it, 


More ancient than even the earth on which we're living on was created; infact the only treasure with which any palpable entity was born, 


Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies?



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