You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 2 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

45. WHAT THE ENTIRE WEALTH COULDN’T PURCHASE 

What the entire palace wasn’t able to offer; with its towering rooms

Studded with scintillating jewels,

Was imparted by the dingy little seaside hut; with swirling waves of

the ocean; intermittently submerging it with coats of rejuvenating spray.

What the entire pool of water wasn’t able to offer; with mesmerizing fountains

cascading all over,

Was imparted by the miserly waterfall; pacifying the thirst of wanderers in

the blistering currents of summer.

What the entire air-conditioner wasn’t able to offer; gargantuan coolers blowing at full velocity refrained from providing,

Was imparted by a single draught of wind; drifting with the rustling branches of the forest; inundating your senses with a serene calm.

What the entire electric bulb wasn’t able to offer; with a barrage of lights flickering incessantly throughout the day,

Was imparted by solitary rays of the sun; the tenacity in its fire blazing through the corridors of gloomy space.

What the entire magic wasn’t able to offer; shows portraying the same held in

ostentatious halls; in an ambience of superfluous pomp,

Was imparted by the mystical mountain; the echoes reverberating loud and

enigmatic through its unfathomably deep gorge.

What the entire barrel of wine wasn’t able to offer; sparkling mugs ofbeer

and elixir miserably dithered to produce,

Was imparted by a single stream of salubrious milk; oozing painstakingly from

the belly of the sacrosanct cow.

What the entire bottle of scent wasn’t able to offer; the plethora of blends

floundered in making the aroma evoke,

Was imparted by a single rose; with the redolence wafting from its petals

drowning you in waves of immortal euphoria.

What the entire orphanage wasn’t able to offer; the delinquent nurses deviated

from doing,

Was imparted by the impeccable mother; the gentle passion in her palmsputting

the child to blissful sleep.

What the entire thesaurus on religion wasn’t able to offer; the sanctimonious

priests on umpteenth occasions wavered to deliver,

Was imparted by the omniscient creator; the magnetism in his eyes; solving all

quandaries besieging life.

And what the entire wealth in this world wasn’t able to offer; the dungeons

replete with glittering gold and silver failed to imprison,

Was imparted by your beloved; that every draught of her breath granting

you a thousand lives; that every beat of her heart passionately whispering in

your ears to be alive.