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

45. BLOTCHES

I sprinkled bountiful water on the cluster of tree leaves; granting their surface a scintillating radiance and shine,

Yet they developed disdainful blotches of dust on their persona; as the rustic wind blew in wild draughts.

I polished the marble with moulds of wax and feathery sponge; continued to do

so until it glistened,

Yet it developed a series of blue blotches; as the toddlers unwittingly spilled globules of writing ink.

I wore a crisp cotton shirt entwined with threads of white silk in the morning; meticulously wiping of all the dirt with my snake brush,

Yet it developed a blend of obnoxious blotches; as the tyranny of Sun and perspiration overpowered me in entirety.

I voraciously scrubbed the wall using a lather of antiseptic foam; scrupulously cleansing all the unwanted grime,

Yet it developed infinite blotches and irregular scars minutes later; as the

cars traversing blew a load of contaminated gutter water.

I tenaciously rubbed the interiors of the cloistered well using battens of steel; made sure that the grease and stale algae was thoroughly annihilated,

Yet the surface developed blotches of black mud along with a fleet of incorrigible termite; as a few nights passed by.

I rigorously scraped all the mud from the Temple bells; making their demeanor

sparkle in the midday Sun,

Yet they developed a plethora of blotches juxtaposed with ghastly stains; as

scores of devotees incessantly rang them creating a pandemonium.

I delicately chiseled streaks of condensed clay from my fingernail; to render

it with a salubrious complexion,

Yet it developed painted blotches stuffed with trapped particles; a few hours

after I consumed my meal of boiled rice.

I stringently brushed my bare bruise with a concoction of medicinal balm and

ointment; to eradicate prevailing infection,

Yet it developed hostile blotches; seconds later when it was exposed to acerbic atmosphere.

I adroitly brushed off briquettes of soil from my pet dogs skin; bathing him

in a tub replete with soapy foam,

Yet he developed irrevocable blotches of green on his skin; after rolling uninhibitedly in the grass.

It was now the turn of my beloved; I made her stand in the most blistering of

fire; the most savage of oceans; the most lecherous of society,

She withstood the test with tumultuous endurance; escaped without a single

indentation on all occasions; facing an army of acrimonious tests in her life,

And the most astounding thing was; she didn’t acquire any scars; her heart was

as pure as gold; her character immaculate and her conscience was free of the remotest of blotch.