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Were You Sleeping?
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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 Were you sleeping when countless infants were being ruthlessly orphaned; left to beg on the discordantly hapless streets; with their limbs horrendously maimed by the treacherously barbarous society? 

 
Were you sleeping when countless soldiers were being invidiously molested; as diabolically castrated traitors imperiled them at their every step; with swords of indescribably macabre corruption? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless trees were being cold-bloodedly slaughtered; as the hell of relentless greed insidiously transcended the paradise of symbiotically amiable bonding? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless pilgrims were being torturously torched; as maliciously prejudiced perpetrators of mankind uncontrollably assassinated in
the name of spurious religion; caste; creed and tribe? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless entities were wandering aimlessly unemployed and illiterate; as the bane of dreadfully ignominious condemnation disastrously spread its meaningless roots worldwide? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless grasslands of exhilarating peace; were being satanically squandered by truculently dictatorial powerhouses of hedonistic bloodshed and vindictively insane savagery? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless consecrations of one God were being salaciously pulverized to morosely inconspicuous ash; as capriciously baseless fanatics erected a citadel of their own God upon the same? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless voices of mellifluously ingratiating innocence; were tyrannically devoured in the grotesque cacophony of remorsefully lambasting commercialism and monotonous malice? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless woman were being tawdrily traded; as ominously lethal beheaders of flesh weighed them in pans of sinister gold; after deleteriously excoriating every bit of their sacrosanct vermilion? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless immaculate sheep were being sleazily annihilated in the penalizing abattoirs; as man callously smacked his imbecile lips with replenishments of pricelessly bountiful blood? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless urchins were being dastardly sodomized; as powerhouses of atrocious weaponry; used helplessly nimble skin a sardonic retreat for their zanily whimsical outbursts? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless sparkling eyes were being gruesomely blinded; as unfathomable jailhouses of lechery descended upon planet earth; from every
conceivable quarter? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless inevitably decrepit and invalid were being thrashed left; right and brutal center; as the brazenly impetuously tried to expedite their miserably faltering pace; even at the cost of vivaciously blissful life? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless tons of abominably abhorrent abuse raunchily crept into the fabric of the civilized world; as man intransigently hunted down his
counterpart man; on the non-existent pretext of survival of the fittest? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless terrorists licentiously marauded harmoniously holistic households; maniacally looted; squandered; decimated and transformed all harmlessly immaculate; into a corpse of frightfully repugnant blood? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless diminutive were being indefatigably whipped by the agonizingly aggrieved whip of poverty; as the sanctimoniously rich used biscuits of pure gold to feed their abnormally wild dogs? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless infirm were being poked and ludicrously manhandled; as those with lividly gleaming biceps; fecklessly demonstrated their
frigidly infidel power? 
 
Were you sleeping when countless children implacably screamed and waved for help from under the drowning waters; as pompously passing politicians showered
garlands of ostentatiously floral sympathy; instead of altruistically plunging in and saving lives? 
 
And if the answer to the above is yes; then how the hell can you blame the Almighty Creator for inflicting misery upon the trajectory of this mesmerizing earth; how the hell can you blame it on the mortuaries of crippling destiny for heinously puncturing existence; how the hell can you blame today's modern times for all that was pathetically dwindling? 
 
For the Omnipotent lord had given you and every other being of your kind enough strength to conquer the most ferocious of devil; incarcerate even the most unforgivably illicit of atrocity; but you still had all the guts to blame him; instead of nimbly admitting it that you were cowardly sleeping?

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