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No Money. No Honey.
In today’s murderously barbarous world outside; life
without money was like that bumble bee; boisterously
buzzing and harboring unprecedented love all right;
but without even the tiniest iota of mesmerizing
honey,
In today’s satanically uncouth world outside; life
without money was like that ocean; blissfully
undulating and harboring unsurpassable love all right;
but without even the slightest pinch of tantalizing
salt,
In today’s delinquently treacherous world outside;
life without money was like that tree; celestially
breathing and harboring invincible love all right; but
without even the most diminutive trace of enchanting
fruit,
In today’s derogatorily disdainful world outside; life
without money was like that sky; endlessly extending
and harboring insurmountable love all right; but
without even the most infinitesimal trickle of
voluptuous cloud,
In today’s ignominiously salacious world outside; life
without money was like that rose; majestically crimson
and harboring unshakable love all right; but without
even the most mercurial shade of ingratiating scent,
In today’s lugubriously monotonous world outside; life
without money was like that bird; gleefully flying and
harboring unstoppable love all right; but without even
the most ethereal speck of quintessential nest,
In today’s plaintively parasitic world outside; life
without money was like that pinnacle; unflinchingly
towering and harboring perpetual love all right; but
without even the most transient ray of Omnipotent
Sunlight,
In today’s remorsefully licentious world outside; life
without money was like that eye; flirtatiously
fluttering and harboring insurmountable love all
right; but without even the most evanescent mirror of
resplendent sight,
In today’s preposterously invidious world outside;
life without money was like that well; mystically
hollow and harboring tremendous love all right; but
without even the most minuscule speck of indispensable
water,
In today’s vindictively vandalizing world outside;
life without money was like that dwelling;
incomprehensibly vast and harboring unconquerable love
all right; but without even the most reminiscent twig
of sequestering roof,
In today’s disastrously sinful world outside; life
without money was like that rainbow; artistically
appearing and harboring bountiful love all right; but
without even the most obsolete shade of vividly
enthralling color,
In today’s pathetically morose world outside; life
without money was like that waterfall; stupendously
uninhibited and harboring indomitable love all right;
but without even the most remotest fraction of spell
binding freshness,
In today’s notoriously commercial world outside; life
without money was like that candle; spell bindingly
sculptured and harboring limitless love all right; but
without even the most transient waft of eternally
optimistic flame,
In today’s venomously crippling world outside; life
without money was like that child; blissfully
burgeoning and harboring unprecedented love all right;
but without even the most infidel impression of
immaculately tantalizing mischief,
In today’s baselessly incarcerating world outside;
life without money was like that soldier;
patriotically blazing and harboring unequivocal love
all right; but without even the most inconspicuous
trace of glorious victory,
In today’s dreadfully asphyxiated world outside; life
without money was like that butterfly; harmlessly
nestled and harboring pristine love all right; but
without even the most dwindling mentions of untamed
frolic,
In today’s manipulatively sick world outside; life
without money was like that brain; astoundingly
synchronized and harboring undefeated love all right;
but without even the most ephemeral mist of exotically
fragrant fantasy,
In today’s thoughtlessly estranged world outside; life
without money was like body; tirelessly moving and
harboring insatiable love all right; but without even
the most invisible cistern of Omnisciently blessing
breath,
And in today’s miserably beleaguered world outside;
life without money was like that heart; thunderously
scarlet and harboring ecstatic love all right; but
without even the most capricious innuendos of immortal
beats….
poem
by
Nikhil Parekh
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