The Power of Black – Poems on Humanity , Social Cause , Poverty , Women Empowerment – Volume 1 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

34. LOVE ME  

Talk to me; perpetrating handsomely through my spells of inexplicable gloom,

Look at me; admiring the gregarious contours of my face; making me feel that I was the Queen of the sparkling hills,

Dance with me; fomenting me to release tons of lazy energy; sweat passionately under the shimmering blanket of milky moonlight,

Sketch me; granting my impoverished identity the status of a princess; basking in the unprecedented delights of her grandiloquent palace,

Smile at me; engendering me to feel that I was indeed intriguing; had a right to rhapsodically exist on the trajectory of this planet,

Shout at me; abruptly breaking my string of invidious obsessions; maneuvering me towards the bright side of existence,

Wink at me; flirtatiously swirling in the atmosphere; as rain drops pelted thunderously from ominous cocoons of sky,

Embrace me; igniting the blistering inferno of love to the inner most recesses of my body; catapulting me into a land of sheer and tumultuous ecstasy,

Tickle me; evoking me to burst into pools of uninhibited laughter; enjoy the journey of existence  to its fullest; with the Sun dazzling mystically through the whites of

my eye,

Pat me; impregnating spurts of rejuvenated confidence in my visage; to surge forward with flamboyant gusto and face life,

Pamper me; making me feel that I was an innocuous young child once again; the nostalgic days of mesmerizing childhood were still alive and perpetually afresh,

Sing for me; triggering me to escalate beyond the realms of the gigantic cosmos; feel pompously elevated when compared with the rest of the world,

Promise me; imparting my countenance an ocean of Herculean strength; giving it the astronomical reassurance of having your impregnable grace by its side,

Caress me; fondling the voluptuous strands of my hair with your heavenly fingers; making me feel that I was blissfully blessed and complete,

Pinch me; instilling that insurmountably naughty urge in my body; perpetuating me to gallop in boisterous fun behind the group of gallantly running kangaroos,

Scold me; making me realize that I wasn’t the only one who had a right to exist in this Universe; as I levered my head in due reverence in front of Almighty Lord,

Imitate me; embodying in me the feeling of unsurpassable youth; the overwhelming tenacity to leap forward in enigmatic jubilation,

Cry on me; sharing my loads of unfathomable sorrow; the grief that was uncouthly trapped in my heart since the time I was born,

Accept me; tolerating my vicious circle of whims and fallacies; as I can candidly tell you; that I was profoundly human at heart,

Most importantly love me; making me feel that I was the most special person breathing on this earth; the most special person fantastically fit and alive.