No ornaments of gold needed; to embellish my body,
No chunks of land needed; for me to tread blissfully on this earth,
No flames of fire needed; to warm me and illuminate my night,
No streams of water needed; to wash myself and rejuvenate my senses to the pinnacle of ecstasy,
No island of Sun needed; to impart warmth to my life,
No strawberry sweets needed; to placate my dying taste buds,
No rainbow in the sky needed; to vivaciously glimmering my eyes,
No sparkling slabs of glass needed; in which I could sight my reflection,
No salt needed; to add pinches of exotic taste to my food,
No grandiloquent watch needed; to accurately apprise me of every second unleashing,
No enchanting music needed; to pacify my agitated senses,
No tantalizing dance needed; to wake me up from dreary sleep,
No gaudy clothes needed; to sequester me from bizarre cold,
No morsels of rice and curd needed to appease my insatiable hunger,
No spurious armory of smiles needed; to unrelentingly shower upon me droplets of pure rain,
No tears of empathy needed; to sympathize with me in my times of affliction and distress,
No books of literature needed to; enrich my knowledge about the historical times,
No cherries and wine needed; to entertain me beyond the point of no control,
No draughts of cool air needed; to wipe of the sweat trickling down my nape,
No bundles of currency needed; to execute all my desires to lavishly spend,
No bombastic attention needed; to escalate me to the corridors of supreme fame,
No cushions of grass needed; to shield my feet from a ground laid with acerbic thorns,
No blood needed; to circulate in my body granting me the tenacity to gush forward,
No ideals needed; to chisel a new and philosophical chapter in life,
No lights needed; to guide me ahead after stringently breaking through the darkness of the gruesome night,
No palaces needed; to serve me oligarchic cuisine; with the triangular crown placed fancily on my head,
No bones needed; to fortify my body; grant me the resilience to fight against the uncouth society,
No garlands needed; to felicitate me sanctimoniously; loud speakers announcing my presence in every road and street,
No dreams needed; to tingle the chords of rampant imagination; place me in a paradise of lost fairies,
No love needed; to maneuver me into a world of passionate romance; ignite unburned desires of my soul,
No breath needed; to peacefully meditate; carry on the chapter of harmonious existence,
just me and my CREATOR ; staring profoundly at each Other; with my head knelt in meek submission in His lap; and the omnipotent power in His palms; besieging my heart with perennial happiness; putting me to an eternal sleep; with the world failing miserably this time to disturb me .
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1 God - Poems on God , Creator - volume 1
PoetryA ramification of the innumerable Omnipotent fragrances of life that I , Nikhil Parekh , have smelt by the grace of God - I'm grateful to him for enlightening me about his chapters of invincible creation and considering me worthy enough to describe...
