You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 2 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

33. I WOULD STILL CONSIDER MYSELF THE RICHEST 

Even if you possessed a plethora of thoroughbred horses; galloping

handsomely through moist paddy fields,

I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of

drowning my persona into the cascade of her silken hair.

Even if you had a palace profusely embedded with gold; dungeons replete

with scores of glittering diamonds,

I would still consider myself as the richest; as I could tickle the mesmerizing skin of her cheek; sending inexplicable shivers down my spine.

Even if you possessed swanky cars to philander across the countryside;

a fleet of helicopters following you at close quarters,

I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had her ravishing

breath caressing my neck; catapulting me into waves of tumultuous rhapsody.

Even if you possessed a private swimming pool; impregnated with crystal

spring water from the mountains to bathe in,

I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of

sighting my reflection in her glistening tears.

Even if you possessed a pair of fur coated shoes; with exquisite

leather studded commensurately at all quarters,

I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of

lying in complete surrender at the pair of her dainty feet.

Even if you possessed a flurry of maids to serve you dinner; ornate

glasses embellished with pearls to drink opulent wine,

I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of

masticating boiled rice prepared fresh by her sacrosanct hands.

Even if you had a colossal assemblage of people spuriously worshipping

you; applauding you wholesomely for your most minuscule of deed,

I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of

witnessing her ingratiating smile; which grew distinctly large as she

spotted me.

Even if you had a conglomerate of effeminate statues; sculptured to immaculate perfection; molded out of molten wax and draped with the richest quality of silk,

I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of embracing her impeccable demeanor in entirety.

Even if you had a sword embodied with iridescent jewels; which you placed in a

scabbard made of rustic panther skin,

I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the audacity to confront any power in this world; simply uttering your enchanting name.

Even if you had a gargantuan basket of roses; extravagantly stashed with

flowers from all round the globe,

I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of absorbing the essence of golden sweat which dribbled from her body.

Even if you possessed flamboyant pairs of sunglasses; embodied with jugglery

of enthusing designs; and gaudy strips of plastic,

I would still consider myself the richest; as I had the privilege of viewing

my reflection in her emphatic eyes.

Even if you possessed the tangiest of toothpaste; incorporated in garish

interiors of an ostentatious bottle,

I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of appreciating the scintillating armory of her teeth.

Even if you possessed a golden band fudged with sapphire emeralds; dipped in

an ocean of honey,

I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of being

slapped by her delectable hands.

And even if you procured the entire wealth in this world; owning every dwelling protruding from the surface of earth,

I would still consider myself the richest man on earth; as your affluence

miserably floundered to purchase her; while I had the privilege of possessing

her in mind; body and soul; perpetually till the time she tangibly existed.