Even If I Was Born Dead (poem) by Nikhil Parekh

Even If I Was Born Dead
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Wednesday, March 16, 2016 Rated "G" by the Author.

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I could relinquish all my clothes this very moment; shiver hysterically as turbulent cloud covers of snow tumbled ferociously from the sky, I could relinquish all my fantasies this very moment; stare in mockingly dumb ridicule towards abstruse bits of solitary air, I could relinquish all my spurious pride this very moment; start hoarsely begging on the streets; with my profusely bedraggled hair cascading disdainfully over my cheeks, I could relinquish all my overwhelming courage this very moment; surrender in meek submission to even the ants transgressing near the lavatory seat, I could relinquish all my smiles this very moment; weep till times immemorial; even though the Sun outside glowed brighter than when it was born, I could relinquish all my blood this very moment; mercilessly extricate the indispensably life yielding fluid horrendously from its very roots, I could relinquish all my teeth this very moment; uncouthly abrading them against obdurate biscuits of acrimoniously thorny steel, I could relinquish all my taste this very moment; surviving wholesomely on stale left overs of insurmountably decaying bread blended with the bland desert sands, I could relinquish all my memory this very moment; frantically groping my way like a new born child amidst the myriad of boisterously whipping traffic, I could relinquish all my daintily gifted features this very moment; brutally ripping apart each part of my robustly voluptuous skin, I could relinquish all my astronomically earned wealth this very moment; licking the mud in insatiable hunger as the stomach cried beyond the realms of no control, I could relinquish all my nerves this very moment; slithering in tumultuously painstaking agony as the vultures descended to confiscate my skeleton, I could relinquish all my ambitions this very moment; loiter aimlessly with the sword of desperation penetrating me deeper and deeper by the unveiling minute, I could relinquish all my prudently sagacious ability to think this very moment; incurring a billion bomb blasts incessantly in the corridors of my tenderly palpable brain, I could relinquish all my melodious voice this very moment; persevering to eternity to blurt even a single alphabet; although I possessed the most ingratiatingly fabulous island of rosy tongue, I could relinquish all my dexterity this very moment; maniacally executing only an inconspicuous task for decades unfathomable; although the Creator had gifted me with boundless virtues of this world, I could relinquish all my body this very moment; lingering like an insipidly treacherous and gloomy spirit; although mountains of raw tenacity engulfed each of my bones, I could relinquish all my breath this very moment; incarcerating myself infinite feet beneath my burial ground; profoundly abdicating even the most minuscule trace of tangible life, But I couldn't relinquish you O! Beloved; for you were not only more precious to me than any other entity on this Universe; but my very reason to live; even if I was born dead for infinite lives.