Life = Death - Volume 8 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

40. BUT AT LEAST LOVE ME WHEN I’M ALIVE

I really wouldn’t mind it even an infinitesimal trifle; if you salaciously chose to and forever buried my body an infinite feet beneath the surface of tawdrily fetid earth; after my breath had died and my wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an inconspicuous trifle; if you barbarously chose to and forever kept my body in the cold-bloodedly heartless freezer; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an insouciant trifle; if you mercilessly chose to and forever kept my body on the treacherously vulture laden terrace; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a diminutive trifle; if satanically chose to and forever kept chopping my body into a countless pieces of nothingness; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an ethereal trifle; if you diabolically chose to and forever burnt my body on the most vindictively smoldering embers of iron; after

my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an evanescent trifle; if you demonically chose to and forever cemented my body into the asphyxiatingly penurious hollows of the

wall; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a teeny trifle; if you sadistically chose to and forever trampled my body with your uncouthly bohemian shoe; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a mercurial trifle; if you intolerably chose to and forever kept submerging my body into the most violently blistering of acid; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a fugitive trifle; if you venomously chose to and forever bombarded my body with the most ruthlessly excoriating of bombs; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a vespered trifle; if you sinfully chose to and forever fed my body to the most pugnaciously stinking of pigs; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an obfuscated trifle; if you ominously chose to and forever spat on my body the most ignominiously ludicrous of your spit; after

my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a teeny trifle; if you tyrannically chose to and forever crushed my body under the most atrociously rampaging bulldozer; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a transient trifle; if you hedonistically chose to and forever kept my body pathetically strangulated in the most wretchedly preposterous of coffin; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an oblivious trifle; if you forlornly chose to and forever stitched every pore of my body with the most horrendously bellicose of thread; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a flickering trifle; if you wickedly chose to and forever plundered my body with an infinite blood-curling nails; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a truncated trifle; if you dementedly chose to and forever dissected every minute cranny of my body to tingle your perverted

senses; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a cloistered trifle; if you viciously chose to and forever suspended my body ridiculously upside down from the scorpion studded ceiling; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a pallid trifle; if you horrifically chose to and forever tossed my body to the unsurpassably emaciated sharks; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a non-existent trifle; if you deliriously chose to and forever ate every bone from the skeleton of my body for nocturnal supper; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an invisible trifle; if you criminally chose to and forever kept my body in a region of haplessly disoriented vacuum; where there existed no land or holistic space; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

O! Yes; I really wouldn’t mind it even a quavering trifle; if you unforgivably chose and forever did whatever you wanted with every part of my body after my breath had died and wholesome death; whether you torturously crucified me in ghastly hell or stabbed me an infinite times; an infinite kilometers even beyond its amorphous realms,

But atleast love me  when I’m alive.