Is There Any Point (poem) by Nikhil Parekh

Is There Any Point
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Friday, March 18, 2016 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Is there any point in growing grass which Is black; when we know that the blades sprouting from soil are always parrot green, Is there any point in trying to move the colossal mountain barehanded; when we know its unlikely to budge a single inch, Is there any point in preventing the scalp hair from growing; when we know that they are inevitably going to crop up despite the most intractable of resistance, Is there any point in trying to walk upside down; when we know that the aching feet will take over in a short time, Is there any point in trying to drive the car on mineral water; when we know that all it requires is golden gasoline, Is there any point in trying to embed the sun forever in the sky; when we know that nightfall is stealthily encroaching, Is there any point in trying to grow an odorless rose; when we know that the petals have always emanated a mesmerizing aroma, Is there any point in trying to emboss script on paper with a stick of raw stone; when we know that its impossible to write without a pen, Is there any point in trying to swim against ferocious waves of the ocean; when we know they will fling us violently on the sandy shores, Is there any point shouting vociferously in the underground dungeons; when we know the echoes would remain confined to the stolid walls, Is there any point in trying to remain always young; when we know that the curse of old age prevails ubiquitously, Is there any point in fighting the ominous crocodile bereft of a weapon; when we know the beast would snap us into minuscule fragments with its gigantic teeth, Is there ant point trying to remain dry in the pelting rain; when we know that the water would inexorably drench us from head to toe, Is there any point in preventing the gutters from emanating a fetid smell; when we know they are impregnated with the most obnoxious of sewage, Is there any point trying to fly a kite in an ambience divested of air; when we know that it would miserably flounder to hoist from the ground, Is there any point in trying to trying to extract milk from a hostile vulture; when we know that it is indeed the sacrosanct cow which delivers the same, Is there any point in trying to stand on naked electricity and yet wishing to stay alive; when we know that it would definitely cause instant electrocution, Is there any point in transgressing the scorching deserts on a handsome horse; when we know that the only animal which can survive is the hunch backed camel, Is there any point in trying to deprive ourselves of eternal love; when we know that our heart throbs rampantly witnessing the person we love, Is there any point in trying to resist death; when we know that it is as essential as living a hundred years, And is there any point challenging the Almighty; when we know he reigns supreme over all technology man has imagined; or he can ever try and create.