It dangled freely from my collar; gently caressing my belly as it cascaded down,
It fluttered vivaciously in the rustic breeze; voluptuously tingling the fabric of my crisp shirt,
It rose and fell sporadically as I incessantly took wild draughts of ravishing
breeze into my lungs,
It imparted me loads of compassionate warmth; as the biting cold air struck be inevitably in my chest,
It portrayed a strikingly vivid picture; against the backdrop of pure white linen; in which I was adorned,
It bifurcated my demeanor into commensurate compartments; subtly sequestering
me from being called pot-bellied,
It granted an uncanny tautness to the scruff of my neck; inundated in me a feeling of being on my heels; and rampantly on the prowl,
It sometimes provided me reprieve from my running nose; as I blew it thunderously into the fluff; where it settled inconspicuously and contented at the rear,
It majestically camouflaged an armory of disdainful buttons; neatly intermingling with the buckle of my belt,
It danced merrily in perfect synergy with my body; as I gyrated the entire night to tunes of pulsating music,
It revealed pompous shades of my personality; gave my visage multiple opportunities to stand shoulder to shoulder with the exorbitantly rich,
It appeared as an silken angel; having a profound aura of its own; amidst a host of other garb surrounding it,
It felt as light as a pigeon feather; yet was the mightiest ornament bestowing impetus upon my diminutive stature,
It often protected me form acrid sunlight; as I adroitly removed it; tied it on my scalp as a cool and flabby bandanna,
It succumbed to my desires of whipping; when I thrashed it in free space; producing an ensemble of exotic noises,
It served as an excellent tool to play; when I curled it into an incongruous ball; tossed it mischievously towards my mesmerizing girlfriend,
It proved as a towel on infinite occasions; when the actual napkin became obsolete and was nowhere to be found,
It had been on my persona since decades; providing me that tinge of sophistication that I had perennially desired,
But more importantly than anything; it had fulfilled my desire of being a complete man; gloriously projecting me to the existing society,
SO now you tell me folks what more could I expect out of a short stub of
slippery garment; which we christen today in contemporary terminology as an
immaculate tie ?
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Hide and Seek - part 8 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems
PuisiThis Book which has 34 differently titled Poems , is actually part 8 of the Book titled - Hide and Seek - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems ( 702 pages ) . Parekh's earliest collection of verse. Written in unparallelled fervor, this collection is a delec...