Nikhil Parekh

Freshman - 508 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

Sympathy Is Worse Than Death. - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Sympathy makes an organism feel dreadfully weak—as if the world around
it had metamorphosed into a coffin of morose blackness; though an
infinite streams of scarlet blood still ran enthusiastically through
each of its blessed veins,

Sympathy makes an organism feel lividly inferior—with every living
being in vicinity appearing to be a boundless times stronger; though
they both were royally equal by the grace of the unparalleled
Omnipotent Lord,

Sympathy makes an organism inadvertently lick decrepit dust—whereas it
should've been unflinching marching forward in the fervor of bustling
youth; head held high with its compatriot organism and only bowing
down before the Lord Almighty,

Sympathy makes an organism a veritably devilish parasite- -forever
leaning and sucking upon its good-willed befriender; though volcano's
of latent energy itched to fulminate from each of its robustly
handsome veins,

Sympathy makes an organism wholesomely lose its own voice—as it
started to profusely relish the extravagant attention and care;
preferred to fantasize about the things that it'd like to do in life;
rather than honestly sweat it out and reach there,

Sympathy makes an organism overwhelmingly finicky and fastidious about
the tiniest of things—again and again finding faults with the most
majestically perfect of creation; as there was always a person to
wholesomely commiserate with its every eccentricity and peevish

Sympathy makes an organism haplessly infertile- -pathetically unable
to indulge into even the most sensuously bountiful pleasures of life;
as inevitable habit compelled it to let others complete its job of
proliferating its very own kin,

Sympathy makes an organism miserably fail again and again- -as the
inexplicably stabbing blackness that it'd enshrouded itself with;
incorrigibly denied any beam of optimistic sunlight to triumphantly
creep in,

Sympathy makes an organism look frenetically naked even when fully
clothed- -as it indefatigably kept begging for being fed even that
morsel of food; which lay copiously sprawled right into the center of
its palms,

Sympathy makes an organism an irrefutable devil on the
prowl- -inexhaustibly searching for that shoulder to baselessly weep;
and then disgustingly sleep-float in an unfathomable ocean of tears,

Sympathy makes an organism a dreadfully unbearable burden upon the
planet- -as it neither wholesomely died nor lived; just kept
flagrantly loitering in-between the dormitories of certainty and

Sympathy makes an organism hopelessly deteriorate into nothingness
with every unleashing minute—as his unstoppably taking the support of
others; made his very own spine rust and eventually crumble to
inconspicuous dust,

Sympathy makes an organism an irrevocably maimed beggar—as he
shamefully lost all his ability to sight; hear and fearlessly speak;
wantonly clinging like a deplorable leech to the panic button of every
second person on the street,

Sympathy makes an organism a coffin of cursed negativity- -spreading
the wretched stench of satanic dependency upon every step that he
dared tread; and thereby maligning the true spirit of symbiotically
independent life,

Sympathy makes an organism lose all priceless self respect- -an
attribute which was profoundly embedded in each of its veins just like
an infinite other of its counterpart; right since its very first
divinely breath,

Sympathy makes an organism look like an invisible ghost infront of the
mirror- -such an abominable jinx that was impossible to break; once it
surreptitiously passed itself on upon another equally insipid

Sympathy makes an organism come to such an exasperating stage—that it
started to unceasingly ridicule its very ownself; as there virtually
none else in this world who was as inconsolably sick and helpless as
its rapidly flailing form,

Sympathy makes an organism come to an earth-screeching lifeless
halt—as after a period of time every door on the Universe brutally
shut up on its deliberately tear stained face; and that's when the
true reality and hardship of life hit it right in the center of its

And sympathy makes an organism entirely dead even in the heart of
exuberantly infallible life- -a lifelessly fetid carcass which was
spat upon and shunted by every section of the society; even before it
could try lifting its very first footstep on soil by itself 

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