Without These Three Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Without these three I would have run, but without the slightest power or tenacity in my legs,

Without these three I would have dreamt, but those fantasies would have revolved wholesomely around ghastly death,

Without these three I would have smiled, but that tinkle on my face would have been as morbid as the buried corpse,

Without these three I would have eaten food, but each morsel would have been like a million barrels of poison,

Without these three I would have kissed, but my caress would diffuse cancerous tissues instead of spreading the bond of friendship,

Without these three I would have read, but the letters would have seemed darker than the blackest of clouds,

Without these three I would have cried, but the tears which dribbled down my cheek would be of pure blood,

Without these three I would have earned money, but the currency would have been as infinitesimal as ash for me,

Without these three I would have attended parties, but would have sequestered myself under the table, with a pool of mosquitoes hovering around,

Without these three I would have seen people wandering around, but they would appear to me as lifeless entities,

Without these three I would have heard voices, but would have forgotten to decipher the melody in the sound,

Without these three I would have gulped water, but would have remained thirsty all throughout the day,

Without these three I would have written long letters, but would perceive each word embossed as a rotten abuse,

Without these three I would have driven my vehicle, but would loose complete control of the steering wheel,

Without these three I would have worn clothes, but would have people laughing as I had worn my trousers enveloping my neck instead of my shirt,

Without these three I would have sat on the royal chair, but would have tripped head-on on the floor, disdainfully losing my balance,

Without these three I would have gone to the market, but would have spent my entire wallet on a flimsy chunk of spiceless vegetable,

Without these three I would have fought valiantly with my fists, but each punch of mine would have been like frozen ice,

Without these three I would have behaved, but only for the sake of appeasing a bunch of idiots running the family business,

Without these three I would have perhaps have existed, lived for the heck of it, but without my heart actually throbbing in my ribs,

And I know, by now you must be desperately waiting to know their names, And I have not the slightest of hesitation; infact am proud to christen the three immortals in my life as my 'CREATOR', my 'mother" my 'beloved'.