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

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2. IN THE NEXT BIRTH

 

If I acquired the  menacing  form of an alligator in the next birth,I would want you to cling tightly to my persona as my serrated green skin. 

 

If I was born in the ominous form of the jungle tiger in the next birth,

I would you to be incorporated in my body as my domineeringly authoritative growl. 

 

If I was born as a densely foliated tree in the next birth,

I would want you to be the perennial leaves that emanated from my silhouette. 

 

If I was born as an opalescent fish in the next birth,

I would want you to be saline water in which I could sustain life and swim. 

 

If I was born as the twin horned sacrosanct cow in the next birth,

I would inevitably desire you as the milk I would diffuse from my flaccid teats. 

 

If I was born as a slithering reptile in the next birth,

I would want you to be the lethal venom I possessed in my triangular fangs. 

 

If I was born as an obnoxious donkey in the next birth,

I would want you to be my hooves which swished indiscriminately at innocuous trespassers. 

 

If I was born as perpetually blind in the next birth,

I would indispensably want you to be my eyes to guide me towards dazzling light. 

 

If I was born as being disdainfully maim; bereft of feet in the next birth,

I would incorrigibly  want you to be my legs to ecstatically leap in times of jubilation. 

 

If I was born as a rustic spider with a battalion of arms in the next birth,

I would want you to be mesmerizing threads of the silken web which I

inhabited night and day. 

 

If I was born as an inconspicuous mosquito in the next birth,

I would want you to be the sting existing in my bifurcated tentacles. 

 

If I was born as a agglomerate of sinister clouds in the next birth,

I would want you to be pelting sheets of rain tumbling down on the scorched ground. 

 

If I was born as a traditional dancer in the next birth,

I would desire you to be the jingling chains riveted to my anklets. 

 

If I was born as a voluptuous chameleon in the next birth,

I would want you to be the band of colors that I changed according to my habitat. 

 

If I was born as a scintillating oyster in the next birth,

I would want you as the jugglery of immaculate pearls impregnated in my belly. 

 

If I was born as a solitary camel in the blistering heat of desert,

I would inevitably desire you as barrels of pellucid water to placate my thirst. 

 

If I was born as drummer performing at concerts in the next birth,

I would want you as the drum which would be essential for the sound to propagate. 

 

If I was born as the most opulent on the globe in the next birth,

I would intractably want you as the notes of currency; which I possessed in exorbitant capacity. 

 

If I was born as infinite blades of emerald grass in the next birth,

I would want you to be the fertile land mass of soil to provide me tumultuous loads of nutrition.  

 

If I was born as the frivolous monkey in the next birth,

I would want you to be my claws; facilitating me to clasp tree branches in a vice like grip. 

 

If I was born as an ambivalent filmmaker in the next birth,

I would want you to be every film that I directed in my reigning tenure. 

 

If I was born as a tantalizing rose in the next birth,

I would want you to be my everlasting fragrance. 

 

If I was born as a mundane ceiling fan in the next birth,

I would want you to be my riveted blades; circulating exuberant draughts of air. 

 

If I was born as a boisterous honey bee in the next birth,

I would want you to be the sweet nectar I produced from my catacombed body. 

 

If I was born as an inconspicuous nail hung to the wall; in my next birth,

I would want you to be the peels of rust I acquired on my body. 

 

If I was born as the fibrous fruit of apple in the next birth,

I would want you to be the cluster of seeds impregnated in my belly. 

 

If I was born as an indigenous woman in the next birth,

I would overwhelmingly desire you as the contemporary man from the city. 

 

And if by the stroke of chivalrous fortune; I was born as a man again in the next birth,

I would want you to be the same girl; whom I loved immensely today; existing on this earth.