You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 11 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

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22. DRINKS 

 

The scorched roots of grass sprawling wildly on the soil; were greedy to drink monstrous sized dew drops,

 

The car lying dilapidated and burnt in the garage; were greedy to drink gallons of golden petrol,

 

The eye gruesomely dry after the day's work; were greedy to drink a bottle of tears,

 

The scientist working ingeniously all round the clock; was greedy to drink testubes bubbling with brilliant dyes,

 

The bees buzzing irascibly around the rose; were greedy to drink its sweet honey,

 

The cluster of bedraggled and squalid hair; was to drink jar's of oil,

 

The unruly stubble protruding from the arid cheek; was greedy to drink a tumbler full of after shave cologne,

 

The pen tremendously weary after embossing a million lines of literature; was greedy to drink sapphire ink,

 

The armory of teeth which was decayed and yellow; were greedy to drink sparkling white toothpaste,

 

The infinite kilometers of blistering desert land; were greedy to drink an ocean full of saliva,

 

The cat philandering furtively on the streets; was greedy to drink a cupfull of milk,

 

The mosquitoes feasting on the rotten pile of vegetables; were greedy to drink pure blood,

 

The pores of skin chapped and abysmally dry in winter; were greedy to drink a river of sweat,

 

The prisoner's ears lying in solitary confinement for years; were greedy to drink the ecstatic melody in sound,

 

The penguins wandering around in dazzling sunlight; were greedy to drink frozen ice,

The thorny cactus sprouting in abundance from the jagged terrain; were greedy to drink a vase full of sweet water,

 

The lips severely agonized and gloomy; were greedy to drink a fountain of  uninhibited passion,

 

The walls of the century old grave; were greedy to drink thick coats of rich paint,

 

The unfathomably deep crevices in the valley; were greedy to drink strident echo's,

 

The twin pair of nostrils in every man; were greedy to drink a tunnel full of fresh air,

 

The matchstick lying soggy and frigid in a pond of water; was greedy to drink hostile flames,

 

And my heart palpitating at lightening speeds; was greedy to drink immortal love; drown in it for eternity; while drinking the same .