You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 7 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

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9. CAN YOU FIND ME 

 

Can you find me a wave; which does not wet the sandy shores even after nimbly striking them,

 

Can you find me a lavender lotus; which does not emanate fragrance even after ripening to a full blossom,

 

Can you find me a solitary patch of cloud in the sky; which does not shower inclement rain; even after acquiring shades of hideous black,

 

Can you find me a stone; which does not produce a clanging noise even after colliding thunderously with the obdurate ground,

 

Can you find me a snake; which does not bare its venomous fangs; even after getting intensely provoked,

 

Can you find me a chunk of rosewood; which does not decay; even after being submerged incessantly in fetid water,

 

Can you find me a leech; which does not suck blood; even after clinging to naked patches of skin,

 

Can you find me a balloon; which does not get deflated; even after being pricked by a pointed iron needle,

 

Can you find me a crystal diamond; which does not shine; even after being vigorously polished,

 

Can you find me a globule of white sugar; which does not impart a sweet taste; even after being tenaciously chewed,

 

Can you find me a spider; which does not spin its silken web; even after being placed in a cozy ambience of densely foliated trees,

 

Can you find me a cardigan; which does not provide warmth in winter; even after being stitched with fibers of pure sheep wool,

 

Can you find me a spring; which incorrigibly refrains to compress; even after application of unrelenting pressure,

 

Can you find me a matchstick; which flounders to ignite; even after brushing against the surface of acerbic crusty paper,

Can you find me a shoe; which does not leave a footprint; even after scrupulously transgressing the wet earth,

 

Can you find me a tomato; which does not erupt into multiple fragments of red; even after squashing it savagely with feet,

 

Can you find me a rotund marble; which does not roll; even after being left on an impeccably smooth floor,

 

Can you find me a pellucid mirror; which does not reflect beams of white light; even after holding it stringently beneath the scintillating sun,

 

Can you find me a building; whose foundations do not dither; even after facing the onslaught of the tumultuous earthquake,

 

Can you find me a river; which does not rambunctiously flow; even after plummeting down from the slope of the colossal mountain,

 

And can you find me a heart; which does not turbulently throb; even after witnessing the love of its life; the person it profoundly believes in.