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Nikhil Parekh

Rookie - 488 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

entirely on their own


Reason to fear was with those who had resplendently sparkling sight; as
even
the tiniest thought of a blur obfuscating their eyes; made them
uncontrollably tremble towards the aisles of nothingness,
While the ones blind since the very first cry of birth; surged
intrepidly
forward with nothing to lose; as the only Sun for them was an island of
wholesomely penalizing blackness…..
Reason to fear was with those who had fathomless treasuries of gold and
compassionate belonging; as even the tiniest thought of misery coming
their
way; made them frantically chew the last chunk of their skins,
While the ones brutally orphaned and penniless since the very first cry
of
birth; merrily gallivanted forward with nothing to lose; as the most
majestic cheer for them; was their soul of despicably wavering
loneliness….
Reason to fear was with those who had perennially floated in opulent
wines
and tantalizing food; as even the tiniest thought of prosperity
deserting
them; made them sweat like a orward with nothing to lose; as their most
charismatically sensuous expression was a despondent dungeon of
remorsefully
lambasting silence…..
Reason to fear was with those who had enchantingly vibrant ears; as
even the
tiniest thought of voices abandoning them; made them insanely wander
through
clouds of frazzled emptiness,
While the ones perpetually deaf since the very first cry of birth;
harmoniously surged forward with nothing to lose; as their most
poignantly
volatile inspiration to exist was a graveyard of pin drop solitude….
Reason to fear was with those who were unconquerable kings; as even the
tiniest thought of the diamonds popping out from their pompous crowns;
made
them inexplicably beat their fists towards the corridors of diabolical
hell,
While the ones opprobriously squelched like rotten tomatoes since the
very
first cry of their birth; exuberantly surged forward with nothing to
lose;
as their most pristine moments in life were nothing but a gutter of
unsurpassable filth….
Reason to fear was with those who incessantly tantalized themselves
with the
feathers of enchanting desire; as even the tiniest thought of all
nubile
fantasy abnegating them; made them maniacally bleed in threadbare dust,
While the ones bizarrely lynched since the very first cry of birth;
blisteringly flew forward with nothing to lose; as their most
gloriously
fecund prowess was to procreate none like their own….
And reason to fear was with those who passionately palpitated into
fireballs
of togetherness every instant; as even the tiniest thought of their
beloved
betraying them; made them desperately rip apart their veins into an
infinite
ungainly bits,
While the ones disparagingly bereft of love since the very first cry of
birth; phlegmatically ticktocked forward with nothing to lose; as the
most
marvelously cherished aspect of their survival; was to be left entirely
on
their own. 

Submitted: Sunday, August 17, 2014

Topic of this poem: poetry


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