Hide and Seek - part 5 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

5. A GLASS OF WATER

I stood for marathon hours under the blistering Sun; accomplishing a battalion

of tasks with the arid breeze slapping my cheek,

When I came back home; I instantly pacified my insatiable thirst consuming a

glass of cold water.

I ran long distances on a track of consolidated mud; with pumped exuberance

bursting through my fragile muscles,

Infinite strands of my hair engulfed by golden sweat; I then submerged my

forehead in a glass of water to rejuvenate my pulsating temples.

I clambered up steep slopes of the mountain using the full power of my wrists;

with a crunching sound emanating from my bones,

As an inevitable aftermath; I swooned on the ground midway in exhaustion;

opened my eyes the instant I was sprinkled with a glass of water.

I rolled ecstatically in a curry of voluptuously wet mud; incorporating my

demeanor with streaks of brown blended with abashing black,

Poured a glass of water with vigorous tenacity on the same; to get rid of the

disdainful dirt.

I lay unconscious on the ground; after diligently fasting all day; exhaling

shallow gasps of breath at intermittent intervals;

Displayed the first signs of recovery; after a glass of water was meticulously

impregnated in my body.

My voice sounded pungently shrill and hoarse simultaneously; with blurred

notes of music diffusing when I sang,

Although I was cheered with boisterous claps; received a plethora of

accolades; when I opened my mouth after drinking a glass of water.

Streams of blood oozed profusely from my wounds; as I lay on the road after a

ghastly accident,

The flow however ceased dramatically; after I drenched my bruise in a glass of

water.

I wrote unrelentingly under the dim light of the bulb; with my dainty fingers

tiring as a manifestation of the onerous effort,

However my hands were as fit as to decimate a brick wall; after revitalizing

them with a glass of water.

I lived my life in penurious circumstances; with meager emoluments of affluence to my credit,

However to all who visited my dilapidated dwelling; I never failed to offer a glass of water; gratifying their thirst; prompting them to shower blessings on my  impoverished soul.

I commenced my day in brilliant sunlight consuming it with relish; imparting

radiant tenacity to my silhouette,

Retired for the night uttering a silent thanks to the Creator for all the goodness he created; admiring the richness embossed in that innocuous looking glass of

warm water.