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They Didn't Spare Me Even After My Death
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Sunday, March 20, 2016    Rated "G" by the Author.
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 When I was just born; witnessing the first rays of brilliant dawn, 

swinging innocuously in my rustic cradle; with intricate bells jingling over
my forehead, 
they asked me whether I wanted honey or frosty milk.
 
When I grew a little older; crawling onerously on my spongy pair of feet, 
crying effusively; emitting volatile tears from my cheek, 
They asked me whether; I wanted a toy; embracing and hoisting me high in
their arms.
 
When I started going to school; voraciously pedaling my dilapidated bicycle, 
Chewing my crimson colored lips; which superbly blended with my babyish
white tinge, 
They asked me insistently; about the marks I had secured in my arithmetic paper.
 
When I scrupulously passed high school; passing with exorbitant marks in a
plethora of subjects, 
The surreal days of childhood; now an evanescent memory of the past, 
They asked me the arenas I was going to specialize; trying to decode my aptitude towards life.
 
When I transited to realms of youth; with impetuous blood circulating in slender veins, 
Bulging muscles protruding from the flimsy fabric of my knitted shirt, 
They asked me; the ways and indispensable means to perspire in the sun and earn.
 
When I procreated a battalion of progeny  of my own, 
Devoting infinite hours of the day; catering to their boisterous demands, 
They asked me; whether the children were mine or did I adopt them.
 
When I acquired the form of an old man; with grizzly hair encompassing my scalp, 
An ocean of bones drooping in my body; with gaping holes clearly visible as I blatantly opened my mouth, 
They asked me; how much I had achieved in the tenure of my life, 
Trying to test reserve levels of my prevailing endurance.
 
And eventually when I departed for my heavenly abode; succumbing to 
perils of old age, 
The amalgamate of supple flesh and bones in my body; reduced to sacrosanct ash, 
They mercilessly asked the cause of my death; the amount of affluence I had accumulated and now safely stored.

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