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

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19. LEAD TIPPED PENCIL

 

I used it to sketch undulating peaks of the snow clad mountain,

It willingly obliged; dexterously embossing intricate lines on the canvas of naked paper.

 

I pressed it to scribble magnanimous lines of English literature,

It did the same at swashbuckling speeds; without flexing my fingers to onerous limits of endurance.

 

I incessantly chewed its nimble body; while harnessing my mental machinery in

top gear,

It didn’t even wail a faint cry; after being thoroughly mutilated with a plethora of indentation.

 

I used its sharp point; to tickle my friends in the sensitive cartilage of their ribs,

It gratified my desire to tease; without lamenting the loss of its angular tip.

 

I viciously moved it in spongy mud; engraving mystical designs symbolizing rustic art,

It did so with copious ease; inspite of getting disdainfully dirty with coats of soil.

 

I revolved it vigorously to stir the sugar in my tea; to commensurate amounts,

It executed the job to meticulous perfection; bearing the tyranny of being scalded by boiling water.

 

I rubbed it voraciously against itching regions of my scalp; to get reprieve from allergy,

It accepted this preposterous  behavior; in the stride of a chivalrous knight.

 

I rotated it wildly in the breezy atmosphere; rhythmically striking it against a table of polished wood,

It seemed to be unruffled; remaining as stoical as ever maintaining its sordid composure.

 

I held it articulately to shade vacant avenues of the map topography,

It did so with overwhelming zeal; transforming monotonous white into shades

of enchanting slate grey.

 

It had served me sumptuously on many a perspiring occasion,

Helped me immensely in my perennial conquest of becoming a writer,

Alas ! I had just the capacity to give it a solitary award,

As I chiseled its steel grey mouth manually with a sharpener,

Crisply saluted my friend in times of distress; existing in the compact form of

a lead tipped pencil.

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