Life = Death - Volume 4 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

7. ACCEPT ME 

Accept me for my candid perceptions; the heart that still palpitated more passionately in my chest than the most tumultuous of thunderstorm,

Accept me for my diminutive stature; the unflinching ability with which I could still face the most threatening of disaster,

Accept me for my incongruously bearded cheeks; the crispness in my voice that still had the power to pacify hordes of; overwhelmingly agitated masses,

Accept me for my flurry of profusely lazy habits; the alacrity with which my mind still functioned after midnight,

Over and above all; accept me for what I was and not what I couldn't be. 

Accept me for my ugly contoured face; the exorbitant charisma that still flowed uninhibitedly in each of my tear drop,

Accept me for my insurmountably penurious disposition; the richness that still circumvented my conscience which was greater than any living being on this earth,

Accept me for my disastrously broken leg; the Herculean power that still  encapsulated my palms; with which I could take on the mantle of this entire

Universe,

Accept me for my disdainfully deafening snoring; the unsurpassable compassion I still generated by indefatigably fantasizing about you all throughout the night,

Over and above all; accept me for what I was and not what I couldn't be.

Accept me for my pathetically fading vision; the unfathomable sense or perception that still reigned supreme; triggering me to see even better than those having complete sight,

Accept me for my inherent virtue of speaking the irrefutable truth; the incomprehensible tenacity I still possessed to face the aftermath of violent death,

Accept me for my unrelenting faith in God; the religion of humanity I still propagated in each continent and free space sprawled over this earth,

Accept me for not bathing scrupulously at the unveiling of ethereal dawn; the holistic purity that still enveloped my mind; body and soul; to make the world a paradise to live,

Over and above all; accept me for what I was and not what I couldn't be.

Accept me for utterly outlandish set of ideals I stringently adhered too; the virtue of benevolence which still reigned stupendously supreme in my animate countenance,

Accept me for defying the conventionally monotonous society; the twin meals of bread and butter I still earned; in order to blissfully suffice me and my adorable family,

Accept me for choosing the road which was the darkest and the most obsolete; the optimistic beams of hope I still conjured; as I emerged out victorious from the tunnel of despair,

Accept me for staring relentlessly towards the carpet of blue sky; the resplendent festoon of stars that I still got on earth; to majestically illuminate its every enchanting night,

Over and above all; accept me for what I was and not what I couldn't be.