When The Heart Erred Poem by Nikhil Parekh

When the pigeons erred; not following its regular rhythm of flight as tumultuous storms overhauled the silken afternoon; they deplorably sank in a bedraggled
heap; to murderously coalesce with despicably cold ground,

When the rose erred; not following its regular rhythm of swirling radiantly with the ecstatic breeze; it despondently withered in mists of rotten gloom; inexplicably diffusing painstakingly pathetic stink; instead of glorious waves of exuberant scent,

When the lion erred; not following its regular rhythm of turbulently pulverizing its succulent prey into inconspicuously raw chowder; it was ludicrously guffawed upon by even the most minuscule of ant; who instantaneously capsized upon the most mesmerizing opportunity; to feast ebulliently upon its lame ears,

When the mountains erred; not following their regular rhythm of brilliantly kissing towering beams of majestic sunlight; the brutally dumb stone finally felt contented; that it had now a gigantically frigid mate to parasitically lean and take compassionate
reprieve from,

When the fish erred; not following their regular rhythm of rampantly swimming in deep waters of the choppy sea; the fishermen sitting on the shores had a gala time; pecking them like diminutively dwindling mosquitoes; at the tiniest poke of their gleaming rods,

When the kites erred; not following their regular rhythm of sailing high and handsome in the clouds; they split into a fathomless pieces; before settling
as excoriated rags amidst an untamed juggernaut of branches; as the wind slowly died down,

When the nightingale erred; not following its regular rhythm of stupendously melodious sound; it fulminated into ludicrously cacophonic rhyme; triggering
discordantly ungainly tumult; in magically serene bits of atmosphere,

When the dog erred; not following their regular rhythm of barking when strangers trespassed; the hoodlums made merry in flamboyant day as well as treacherous
night; audaciously eloped with the booty; leaving it staggering for breath after kicking it ruthlessly in its solar plexus,

When the lids erred; not following their regular rhythm of incessantly batting upon the trajectory of the handsomely impeccable eyeball; the eyes unbelievably lamented; as they gradually slipped towards a blanket of viciously gory darkness,

When the lips erred; not following their regular rhythm of charismatically smiling upon the astoundingly glittering dais; the fathomless flock of congenial crowds; pelted unruly stone and ghastly abuse; before they embarked back upon a horrifically
disgruntled retreat,

When the feet erred; not following their regular rhythm of patriotically marching forward in euphoric gusto; they uncouthly embedded themselves deeper and
deeper into sullen cocoons of soil as the minutes unfurled; before becoming easily vulnerable targets for the unsurpassable battalion of hideously grinning termites,

When the ears erred; not following their regular rhythm of sagaciously discerning the most minutest of sound; they eventually found themselves savagely entrapped; in bizarre clutches of the disparagingly rampaging demon,

When the pigs erred; not following their regular rhythm of greedily gobbling through piles of fetidly abominable garbage; they paid the price of their lives; as civilians mistook them for tame dogs; enslaving them in overwhelmingly rigid collar; and
taut chains,

When the rivers erred; not following their regular rhythm of profusely melanging with the boundless oceans; the barbarically tyrannical rays of the sweltering Sun; eventually dried every speck of their liquid; rendering them to freeze; under avalanches of abhorrent prejudice,

When the eggs erred; not following their regular rhythm of taking amicable shelter amidst nettles and grass laid in by their sacrosanct mothers; the venomous lizards and snakes eventually consumed them for nocturnal supper; squelching them
to capriciously worthless mincemeat,

When the mind erred; not following its regular rhythm of existing in synergistic symbiosis with the extraneously bountiful planet; it found itself counting the last days of its life; in the realms of dilapidated oblivion and gruesomely stabbing starvation,

When the conscience erred; not following its regular rhythm of harboring nothing else but the irrefutable idol of truth; it was lambasted by the whips of surreptitiously guilty hell; unfathomably penalized for the remainder of its life,

When the breath erred; not following its regular rhythm of holistically creeping in and out of the intricately enchanting nostrils; it besieged the individual with insurmountable spurts of insidiously asphyxiated tension; eventually perpetuating him to die,

But when the heart erred; not following its regular rhythm of pragmatically monitored beats; throbbing faster than the whirlwinds of divinely light; it
embraced the most wonderfully immortal ocean of existence; it embraced the fireballs of everlasting love.