What He Actually Considered Man Poem by Nikhil Parekh

For him man was not as disdainfully black as charcoal; or as white as the impeccable crusts of ice-cream,

For him man was not as tall as the mountains; or as weak as the diminutive ant,

For him man was not as rich as the royal king; or as impoverished as the beggar shivering on the streets,

For him man was not as intellectual as the ingenious scientist; or as dumb as the lunatic imprisoned within the corridors of the mental asylum,

For him man was not as strong and tenacious as the towering elephant; or as meek as the minuscule mosquito,

For him man was not as robust as the rubicund apple; or as fragile and rotten as the sprinkled garbage,

For him man was not as sacrosanct as the sagacious saint; or as hideous as the diabolical devil,

For him man was not as fast as the contemporary computer; or as lazy as the pig lying unwashed on the slopes for weeks,

For him man was not as fat as the ostentatiously inflated balloon; or as thin as the neglected strand of the broomstick,

For him man was not as educated as the literary scholar; or as illiterate as the clerk who used his thumb and toe to sign the documents,

For him man was not as beautiful as the mesmerizing fairy; or as satanic as the witch hovering around in the haunted house,

For him man was not as successful as the dynamic Business tycoon; or as maimed as the bleary eyed boy polishing boots on the street,

For him man was not as sharp as the stupendously sighted hawk; or as dark as the baby born perpetually blind,

For him man was not as supernatural as the magician executing astounding tricks; or as normal as the student slogging overwhelmingly hard to pass his examinations,

For him man was not as impeccable as golden honey; or as appalling as the uncouth murderer wandering at will in the open valley,

For him man was not as perfect and meticulous as the invincible angel; or as prone as the inevitably erring teenager,

For him man was not as brilliant as the flamboyant body of the fiery Sun; or as morbid as the corpse slithering on earth,

For him man was not as belligerent as the gleaming knife; or as soggy as salubrious cherries nestling on the cake,

For him man was not as mature and prudent as the owl; or as imbecile as the new born infant,

For him man was not as fragrant as the incredulously voluptuous rose; or as decaying as the dead fish lying still on the shores,

For him man was not as bearded as the dense foliage of the jungle; or as clean shaven as the ducks floating on tepid pools of water,

And for the Creator man was not a 'Hindu', 'Muslim', 'Christian', 'Buddhist'; or one following 'Hinduism', 'Islam', 'Christianity', 'Buddhism'.etc.,

What he actually considered man was an entity which he had evolved as a pair of flesh and bones on this planet; a mouth to speak and two eyes to sight; who had the ability to procreate millions of his kind; who had the unflinching ability to keep his Universe moving; and over and above all one who had the uncanny ability to keep the paradise of his dreams always and immortally alive.