I Wanted To Flood Her Heart Poem by Nikhil Parekh

I wanted to flood barren sheets of paper with infinite lines of embossed literature,
I wanted to flood the sprawling lands of desert with awesome amounts of slippery sand,
I wanted to flood the dry beds of the seasonal river with lots of fresh water,
I wanted to flood crystalline blue patches of the bald sky with diabolically grey clouds,
I wanted to flood stripped branches of the autumn tree with a battalion of lush
green leaves,
I wanted to flood dilapidated crevices of the mansion wall with coats of
scrupulous paint,
I wanted to flood profusely oozing wounds on the body with antiseptic powder,
I wanted to flood undulating slopes of the colossal mountain with scintillating sheets of snow,
I wanted to flood hollow burrows of the red ant family with bountiful chinks of italian bread,
I wanted to flood the eyes of people who were blind with indispensable sight,
I wanted to flood shattered panes of window; with arrays of pellucid glass,
I wanted to flood dismally empty tanks of the sedan with reinvigorating petrol,
I wanted to flood the fathomless well beside my house with surplus quantity of animate frog,
I wanted to flood the lungs of a dead man with bountiful and clean air,
I wanted to flood long stretches of the cable wire with white currents of electricity,
I wanted to flood naked patches of skin displayed with sacrosanct garment,
I wanted to flood the rusty nails lying dispersed on the ground with lots of resplendent color,
I wanted to flood the magnanimous persona of saline sea with a flurry of ravishing waves,
I wanted to flood the morose faces of individuals in anguish with blissful smiles,
I wanted to flood the mutilated silhouette of the crippled with inevitable bone,
I wanted to flood the empty bowl of the impoverished with life yielding food,
I wanted to flood the picturesquely embellished jar with fragrant rose,
And most importantly I wanted to flood the tenderly tangible heart of my
beloved; with overwhelming love.