You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 12 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

18. CAN TRUE LOVE EVER DREAM OF BEING DESTROYED 

Can callous stones lying on the ground; ever dream of flying soaring high in the  clouds abreast with the birds?

Can inclement rain pelting from the sky; ever dream of heating the land instead of profusely soaking it?

Can foliated trees swaying high and handsome with the blowing wind; ever dream

of transforming into a diminutive ant?

Can the formidably constructed fortress; ever dream of crumbling down like a pack of cards?

Can the ground on which we traversed; ever dream of disdainfully buckling down

under our inconspicuous weight?

Can the magnanimous aircraft hovering at unprecedented heights in the air;

ever dream of maneuvering through the crowded city streets?

Can the dazzling sun god in the cosmos; ever dream of submerging the atmosphere with pitch dark blackness instead of scintillating light?

Can the dog philandering unscrupulously through the streets; ever dream of not wagging his curved tail?

Can the vivacious chameleon bouncing between the hedges; ever dream of not

changing its enchanting color?

Can the nectar oozing our bountifully from beehives; ever dream of being as

salty as the wild sea?

Can the summit of the colossal mountain; ever dream of being in close quarters

with the dilapidated road?

Can the inebriating elixir of opulent wine; ever dream of being like crystalline mineral water?

Can the ominous scorpion merrily gallivanting through the jungles; ever dream

of not injecting its venomous sting?

Can the greasy lubricating oil; ever dream of not impregnating the surface

with a slippery sheen?

Can the penguins born and existing in the savage cold of Atlantic; ever dream

of blistering heat of the uncouth desert?

Can the angular soles of feet; ever dream of eloquently singing instead of inexorably trespassing infinite miles of cold territory?

Can the fragrant and scarlet rose; ever dream of emanating a fetid odor; a pugnacious smell resembling the leaking gutters?

Can the intangible photograph suspended from the wall; ever dream of emulating

the animated actions of a live man?

Can the mammoth elephant transgressing majestically through the forest; ever dream of floundering under the onslaught of sensitive breeze?

Can the violently swirling waves of the ocean; ever dream of becoming the condensed river?

Can the freezing cold bar of icecream; ever dream of scalding ones mouth?

Can the hideously towering demon brutally massacring innocuous people; ever

dream of replicating God,

And "can true love ever dream of being destroyed "; even if there came the greatest force from society to dismantle it; the wisest man in space to rebuke it; the mightiest power on earth to decimate it ?