Please Bestow Upon Me Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Please bestow upon me the status of being a jeweler; owning a palatial shop embodied with scintillating diamonds and gold,
Only if i had the heart to embellish all those earlobes which were bare; all
fingers with an urge to dispense justice; with beads of exotic white pearls.

Please bestow upon me the status of being a soldier; cherished awards and
amulets adorning my bedroom mantelpiece,
Only if I possessed the tenacity to valiantly fight; was ready to relinquish
life any minute; for the sake of my country.

Please bestow upon me the status of being a Poet; penning down infinite lines of mystical verse,
Only if I propagated the immortality of love; the spirit of humanity; the
essence of life through my Poetry.

Please bestow upon me the status of being a King; and my treasury overflowing incessantly with opulent riches,
Only if I had the philanthropic ability to to disseminate the same equally; amongst all the people of my Kingdom.

Please bestow upon me the status of being a Pilot; performing astounding and
acrobatic feats; nose-diving in free space,
Only if I safely transported all passengers; without the slightest of scratch from one destination to another.

Please bestow upon me the status of being an Astrologer; impregnated with
the incredulous ability of prognosticating the future,
Only if I used the same for saving lives; implemented it prudently for the betterment of mankind.

Please bestow upon me the status of being a wrestler; with bulging muscles protruding from under my shirt; making me almost an invincible entity to conquer,
Only if I used my omnipotent power to annihilate the demons; vanquish ominous elements endangering the society.

Please bestow upon me the status of being an Artist; sketching mesmerizing shapes with my brush at lightening speeds,
Only if I could utilize my blood to beautify existence; convey the message of those deprived; through my drawings.

Please bestow upon me the status of being a Singer; diffusing enchanting and
spell binding tunes from my throat,
Only if I opened my mouth every time my country needed me to speak; put people engulfed with hysterical grief; to blissful sleep with my voice.

And Please bestow upon me the status of being a Human; appeasing my hunger
and thirst twice every day,
Only if I worked hard to earn my own bread; walked ahead in tandem with my
fellow counterparts; entwining their palms with mine.