You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 10 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

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35. I WOULD RECOGNIZE YOU

 

If I was a blind man; with indispensable jewels in my eye gruesomely scarred,

With a colossal island of darkness besieging me in entirety; prompting me to grope like an imbecile animal on the crowded street,

I would recognize you in millions; by the cadence of your mesmerizing voice.

 

If I was born stone deaf; unable to decipher the most thunderous of sound,

Sitting unperturbed with tranquil ease; even after witnessing the vociferous roar

of a shattering earthquake,

I would recognize you in millions; by your articulately molded features; and your celestial smile.

 

If I was existing as perpetually dumb; deprived of the ability to produce sound,

Grant stupendous impetus to words; converting them into eloquent speech,

I would recognize you in millions; by the astoundingly striking honey brown

pigments in your eye.

 

If I was disdainfully crippled; traversing through the scraggy streets; resting entirely on my angular hands,

Unable to stand vertically on my mutilated feet; scrutinizing the gargantuan building

kneeling low towards the earth,

I would recognize you in millions; by the shape of your mystically carved dainty feet.

 

If I was born squint eyed; with intricate arenas of my face appearing comically

distorted,

Sighting a single person as twins; being beaten up on infinite an occasion by apathetic individuals,

I would recognize you in millions; by the softness and tenderness of your ravishing hair.

 

If I had a mask camouflaging my face; obliterating my sight even from the

faintest traces of light,

With gigantic plugs of cotton stuffed uncouthly in my ears; rendering me worse than being deaf or blind,

I would still recognize you in millions; by the fragrance of your enchanting body.

 

And If I was wholesomely intact; with all parts of my demeanor functioning to bountiful capacity,

Several gallons of blood circulating boisterously through my finely chiseled veins,

I would recognize you in millions; as my heart would beat turbulently the instant I passed you. 

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