Can True Love Ever Dream Of Being Destroyed (poem) by Nikhil Parekh

Can True Love Ever Dream Of Being Destroyed
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Tuesday, March 15, 2016 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Can callous stones lying on the ground; ever dream of flying soaring high in the clouds abreast with the birds? Can inclement rain pelting from the sky; ever dream of heating the land instead of profusely soaking it? Can foliated trees swaying high and handsome with the blowing wind; ever dream of transforming into a diminutive ant? Can the formidably constructed fortress; ever dream of crumbling down like a pack of cards? Can the ground on which we traversed; ever dream of disdainfully buckling down under our inconspicuous weight? Can the magnanimous aircraft hovering at unprecedented heights in the air; ever dream of maneuvering through the crowded city streets? Can the dazzling sun god in the cosmos; ever dream of submerging the atmosphere with pitch dark blackness instead of scintillating light? Can the dog philandering unscrupulously through the streets; ever dream of not wagging his curved tail? Can the vivacious chameleon bouncing between the hedges; ever dream of not changing its enchanting color? Can the nectar oozing our bountifully from beehives; ever dream of being as salty as the wild sea? Can the summit of the colossal mountain; ever dream of being in close quarters with the dilapidated road? Can the inebriating elixir of opulent wine; ever dream of being like crystalline mineral water? Can the ominous scorpion merrily gallivanting through the jungles; ever dream of not injecting its venomous sting? Can the greasy lubricating oil; ever dream of not impregnating the surface with a slippery sheen? Can the penguins born and existing in the savage cold of Atlantic; ever dream of blistering heat of the uncouth desert? Can the angular soles of feet; ever dream of eloquently singing instead of inexorably trespassing infinite miles of cold territory? Can the fragrant and scarlet rose; ever dream of emanating a fetid odor; a pugnacious smell resembling the leaking gutters? Can the intangible photograph suspended from the wall; ever dream of emulating the animated actions of a live man? Can the mammoth elephant transgressing majestically through the forest; ever dream of floundering under the onslaught of sensitive breeze? Can the violently swirling waves of the ocean; ever dream of becoming the condensed river? Can the freezing cold bar of icecream; ever dream of scalding ones mouth? Can the hideously towering demon brutally massacring innocuous people; ever dream of replicating God, And 'can true love ever dream of being destroyed '; even if there came the greatest force from society to dismantle it; the wisest man in space to rebuke it; the mightiest power on earth to decimate it?