The Womb – Poems on Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood – Volume 1 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

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18. IT WAS PERFECTLY NORMAL 

 

It was perfectly normal to burst into pools of uninhibited laughter; after witnessing a garishly painted clown,

 

It was perfectly normal to hysterically sob ; at the death of someone you vehemently revered,

 

It was perfectly normal to trip head-on on your nose; after walking through a

puddle of slushy grease,

 

It was perfectly normal to tenaciously scratch your scalp; when snow white beads of dandruff camouflaged them in entirety,

 

It was perfectly normal to purse your lips profusely; after swallowing a sumptuously appetizing meal,

 

It was perfectly normal to thunderously sneeze; when disdainful granules of incongruous dust entered your nose,

 

It was perfectly normal to shiver; when you stood bare chested in freezing currents of bizarre winter,

 

It was perfectly normal to collapse in a bedraggled heap; when you carried a mountain of mud on your slender shoulder,

 

It was perfectly normal to blush like a scarlet complexioned rose; when you were caught red-handed trying to blatantly flirt with a girl,

 

It was perfectly normal to pound your fists in raw indignation; when you were

encompassed from all sides with unfathomable frustration,

 

It was perfectly normal to perspire; when you worked arduously under sizzling rays of the sun,

 

It was perfectly normal to yawn; when your lids felt overwhelmingly heavy; your body felt drowned in waves of exhaustion,

 

It was perfectly normal to be insatiably greedy; when you prevailed in an ambience besieged with unprecedented poverty,

 

It was perfectly normal to experience tingling sensations; after you lazily philandered amidst stalks of nimble grass,

 

It was perfectly normal to use a volley of harsh expletives; after you were

provoked to the threshold limits of tolerance,

 

It was perfectly normal to scowl animatedly at the class teacher; when she

bored you for hours; reciting notes of century old history,

 

It was perfectly normal to innocuously hiccup; when you swallowed your meals at lightening speeds,

 

It was perfectly normal to feel stabbed by tremors of lust; when you were in the vicinity of stupendous beauty,

 

It was perfectly normal to scream in the middle of night; when your dwelling

was struck by the vicious onslaught of an earthquake,

 

And It was perfectly normal to commit a plethora of blunders and errors in the

course of your life as a human being; as long as you existed in blissful synergy with nature; wholesomely revered the God who created you; ardently adored the Mother who gave you birth; fervently loved the girl who made you feel you were living and breathing alive.