Life = Death - Volume 3 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

31. THE GIRL WHOM I CALLED MY BELOVED

The blood which flowed incessantly through my body; was that of my revered mother,

While the entity who propelled it to circulate more  passionately than flamboyant sunshine; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The color that profusely engulfed my rubicund lips; was that of my loving mother,

While the entity who triggered it to blossom into a festoon of gregarious smiles; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The bones impregnated bountifully in my supple body; were that of my sacrosanct mother,

While the entity who engendered them to audaciously confront the most acrimonious expeditions of life; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The brain encapsulated blissfully beneath my skull; was that of my divinely mother,

While the entity who punctuated it to perceive beyond the most unfathomable limits; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The contours of my intricately molded persona; were that of my heavenly mother,

While the entity who embedded in them poignant traces of vivacious boisterousness; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The shades of my fabulously glistening eyes; were that of my irrefutably celestial mother,

While the entity who perpetuated them to discriminate between the prudently good and diabolically bad; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The conglomerate of articulate fingers on my hands; were that of my adorable mother,

While the entity who instigated them to evolve the most ingratiating verse in this world; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The voluptuously soft palms protruding from my skeleton; were that of my stupendously amicablemother,

While the entity who harnessed each stage of my destiny to unfurl; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

The breath that lingered with unsurpassable equanimity in my nostrils; was that of my Omnipotent mother,

While the entity who caused it to cascade with exuberantly ecstatic compassion; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

And the heart that lay invincibly incarcerated beneath my chest; was that of my immortally cherishable mother,

While the entity who facilitated it to ardently palpitate all night and day; commence on a whole new chapter of love with each of its beat; was the girl whom I called my beloved.