Love Poet Nikhil Parekh

Brown smoke rose from the tall chimney,
sinister eagles glided creating powerful draughts of
wind,
grey lizards swished their tail as they clawed
upwards,
dried moisture from the river bank descended on the
tapered structure,
engulfing parched skin of concrete with paltry amounts
of natural coolant.

high up in the tower dwelt a grizzly haired man,
solitude camouflaged him in totality,
shriveled bones of his body shone prominently,
silky white beard flowed majestically from his facial
contours,
adorned he was in godly robes of saffron gold,
each of his finger was studded with a mystical charm,
there lay a crystal globe abreast of him,
which he presumed dissipated entangled enigmas of
life.

an affluent man met him with loads of hope,
bereft he was of precious centers of life bestowing
vision,
he had groped about in darkness ever since he was
born.
the eccentric saint stared at him for long hours,
commanded him to kiss the crystal trophy, containing
perfumed mountain shrub
and water,
sprinkled all parts of his persona with pinches of
turmeric powder,
smeared his eyes with a paste of rabbit whisker and
boiled mushroom,
chanted spell bounding rhymes with proficient ease,
swayed like a maniac expending all energy possesed by
his wrinkled feet,
the transformation that occured was breathtaking,
transparent globules of water welled up in the mans
eyes,
blurred outlines of the room became slowly visible,
decades of agony in dark seemed to be fading fast,
he could now see the razor sharp outlines of ducks in
the river,
as fresh rays of morning sunlight caressed him with
their full might.

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