I Walked Barefoot Poem by Nikhil Parekh

When i walked barefoot on a cushion of jungle thorn,
the blazing sun boiling moist portions of bald earth,
with blistering waves of heat stabbing naked spots on my skin,
i felt a rich gravy of blood trickle at rapid pace from my sole.

when i walked barefoot on dying embers of seasoned lumber
sparks of red coal flying sporadically in the air,
a blend of grey ash and mud stinging my tender eye,
i felt like a slaughtered chicken with tumultuous numbness enveloping my body.

When I walked barefoot on frozen coats of ice,
Icy winds of snow caressing my unwashed hair,
With mercury dipping an abysmal low below freezing,
I felt blood in infinite veins of my body starting to transit into a solid curry of
cold water.

When I walked barefoot on a large slab of cake,
The heavenly aroma of crushed cherry tickling starved hair of my nostril,
An icing of molten sugar now juxtaposed with my toe nail,
I felt concentrated waves of euphoria descend down my entity.

When I walked barefoot on the luxury coffin holding one of my kin,
Ghastly blows of sorrow encompassing my trembling body,
Hysterical sobs emanating from dormant regions of my throat,
I felt as if the world had come to a mute standstill,
The creator had promptly vanished,
leaving me deserted, to face the worst agony walking barefoot.