The Power of Black – Poems on Humanity , Social Cause , Poverty , Women Empowerment – Volume 2 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

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20. YOUNG AND INNOCENT AT HEART 

 

The leaves of the tree withered at the onset of autumn; rendering it as bare

and a pathetic sight to witness,

Although the body and trunk were still alive; did scream passionately as the

wind slapped and caressed them.

 

The most majestic of reptile shed its skin while undergoing a metamorphosis

of seasons; partially annihilating its grandeur,

Although its slithering body still traversed in circuitous routes; and its fangs were ready to strike injecting lethal venom.

 

The mountain sheep had their fur sheared for weaving thermal contrivances;

leaving their appearance as shabbily disgraceful,

Although they still wandered in harmony on the colossal slopes; bleated in

unison as dusk stealthily encroached.

 

The austere sun god shed its brightness as nightfall took over; resembling an

insipid reflection of its original identity,

Although it still shone brilliantly the next morning; illuminating stringently

every bit of cloistered gloom.

 

The slender iron nail lost all its gloss as monsoon showers poured incessantly

from the sky; giving it a deplorable appearance,

Although it still maintained the capacity of being embodied in the wall; and

still had the hostility of piercing the inflated balloon.

 

The fermented barrel of milk lay bereft of immaculate white color; resembling

worthless chunks of flaccid curd,

Although it still produced an extremely piquant taste; had reasonably high

levels of salubrious nutrition.

 

The flying birds shed infinite numbers of feathers each day; looking

bedraggled after being stripped of their kingly plumage,

Although they still retained the power to fly; soaring high up in the air and

procreating their progeny.

 

The banana after peeling its intricate skin appeared as a dilapidated urchin;

shivering uncontrollably in the wind,

Although it was sumptuous and relishing to eat; and its pulp caused ravishing

sensations in the buds of taste.

 

The biscuits of gold after losing their shine; resembled the mundane coin;

failed to captivate attention,

Although they still had the same value; could fetch their owners an astronomical fortune when judiciously traded.

 

And all the old folks traversing the streets; looked a sight to profoundly

sympathize with; clinging tightly to their walking sticks,

Although they still had the power to love; the power to overwhelmingly

fantasize; as they were young and innocent at heart.