Hide and Seek - Part 3 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

7. I WAS NOT GOD

I wanted to be like the opalescent flame of the wax candle,

Which burnt unrelentingly; even when caressed by wild draughts of wind.

I wanted to be like the sheet of pellucid glass,

Which didn’t diffuse into splinters; even on deafening collision with obdurate ground.

I wanted to be like the tall and majestic edifice,

Which stood like an immaculate angel; even after bearing the brunt of flood and crimson fire.

I wanted to be like the turbulently moving silver sedan,

Clambering steep slopes of the treacherous terrain; with exorbitant ease.

I wanted to be like the aircraft with twin pairs of ivory wings,

That hovered high in the sky for times immemorial; bereft of life yielding fuel.

I wanted to be like the ship clad in sheets of fortified iron,

Which refrained from sinking; even when attacked by a battalion of blue whale.

I wanted to be like the succulent leaf on the maple tree,

Which remained blissfully green; even when its counterparts withered to the

tyranny of autumn heat.

I wanted to be like the glittering spires of the century old Temple,

Which didn’t show signs of rust; even after marathon years of construction.

I wanted to be like the steaming brown filter coffee,

Which never got stale and cold; even after being exposed to the monotony of atmosphere.

I wanted to be like dazzling light rays of the day,

Which were never obliterated by shadow; fumigating the evil residing in distant corners of globe.

I wanted to be like the cloud showers of torrential rain;

Which ceased to stop; even when the amber ball of Sun crept up in the sky.

I wanted to be like the articulately molded skeleton key;

That bludgeoned its way; through the most obstinate of lock.

I wanted to be like the saline waters of colossal sea,

Which never evaporated; even when subjected to overwhelming heat.

I wanted to be like the coherently synchronized versatile robot,

Which executed tasks to meticulous perfection; even in times of bizarre catastrophe.

I wanted to lead life on the soil of mystical earth,

As the strongest being ever encountered; with unfathomable capacity of brain.

The very next instant; the creator robbed me of indispensable breath,

Making me realize wasn’t god; not even fraction of his celestial reflection,

As I left for my heavenly abode; to sleep peacefully in the arms of the Almighty.