Not At The Cost Poem by Nikhil Parekh

I wanted to uninhibitedly laugh; but not at the cost of someone else's precious tears,

I wanted to flirtatiously play; but not at the cost of someone else's; sacred prayers,

I wanted to prolifically grow; but not at the cost of incarcerating someone in behind the ominously threatening prison bars,

I wanted to be exorbitantly rich; but not at the cost of someone else's inevitable poverty,

I wanted to be fairer than the most grandiloquent blanket of white ice; but not at the cost of someone else's despairing blackness,

I wanted to be an irrefutably worshipped king; but not at the cost of an someone maim on the streets,

I wanted to be a river which incessantly flowed; but not at the cost of a miserably devastated and bizarrely scorched desert,

I wanted to be an overwhelmingly learned saint; but not at the cost of someone disparagingly struggling; who didn't even know how to use his thumb,

I wanted to the most powerful entity on this Universe; but not at the cost of someone dwindling towards oblivion in unprecedented starvation,

I wanted to indefatigably travel in gorgeously golden aircrafts; but not at the cost of someone walking barefoot for infinite kilometers under the sweltering Sun; without a penny in his pocket,

I wanted to emanate the most stupendously ravishing of perfume ever conceived on this planet; but not at the cost of someone rotting like pulverized tomatoes in the
treacherously sinister dungeon,

I wanted to be an avalanche of fabulously sweet sugar; but not at the cost of acrimonious bitterness profusely encapsulating someone's tongue,

I wanted to be the flamboyantly radiating Sun; but not at the cost of someone living in perpetually augmenting darkness,

I wanted to be the most seductively tantalizing dream ever fantasized about on this planet; but not at the cost of someone else's horrific nightmare,

I wanted to be an everlasting wave; inexorably aiming for the absolute realms of mesmerizing sky; but not at the cost of someone's despondently famished shores,

I wanted to be a rhapsodic mountain of poignantly tangy salt; but not at the cost of someone else's abysmally raw wounds,

I wanted to be a hawk sighting the most infinitesimal of object even in the heart of the dead night; but not at the cost of someone else's tyrannically traumatized blindness,

I wanted to the most passionate lover on this boundlessly unsurpassable globe; but not at the cost of someone else's brutally broken heart,

And I wanted to live till times unfathomable beyond the shadows of existence; but not at the cost of someone else's deliberately forceful death.