The Best way to pay him back
The best way to pay him back for giving me precious
sight; was to help all those staggering haphazardly in
the darkness with their eyes wholesomely blinded,
The best way to pay him back for inundating my
treasury with overwhelming gold and infinite biscuits
of silver; was to disseminate it judiciously amongst
all those impoverished; and who really needed it,
The best way to pay him back for stashing my
warehouses and stomach with the most delectable of
food; was to feed everyday all those famished since
ages; orphans, destitute and the old on the brink of
ghastly death,
The best way to pay him back for curing me of
inexplicable disease; vanquishing all my pain with a
single caress of his magical fingers; was to do my
best in saving as many lives as possible all around;
provide my shoulder for the weak to lean upon,
The best way to pay him back for the robust blood he
circulated incessantly through my veins; was to donate
an infinitesimal fraction of the same; to those who
desperately needed it,
The best way to pay him back for the mesmerizing voice
that he had bestowed upon me with; was to sing as
unrelentingly as I could far and wide across the
globe; try and mollify the sorrow prevailing in hidden
quarters of the streets,
The best way to pay him back for making me as strong
as an ox; with raw muscle bulging bombastically from
my demeanor; was to use it to protect all those infirm
and weak woman; who were being deprived by the
lecherous society,
The best way to pay him back for endowing me with a
splendidly ingenious brain; was to utilize all my
knowledge accumulated to evolve ideas to save
perishing mankind,
The best way to pay him back for inundating my
driveway with a battalion of swanky cars; was to take
all orphaned children for a whirlwind ride; trigger
off tingling smiles on their dead faces,
The best way to pay him back for embedding every space
of my cupboard with incredulous suits and dresses; was
to cover as many shivering bodies as I could; with
heaps of cloth and compassionate warmth,
The best way to pay him back for showering upon me

with thousands of lines of poetry; was to recite them
to all those bereaved and in bizarre affliction; when
every other medicine had miserably failed to have the
slightest of impact,
The best way to pay him back for giving me a tinkling
smile; making sure that I didn’t cry even once in my
entire life; was to spread the essence of the same to
all those just about to die,
The best way to pay him back for giving me a sixth
sense to prognosticate mystical happenings; was to
admonish people before hand; of the possible dangers
that might be lurking around their visage,
The best way to pay him back for flooding my wells
with sparkling water; impregnating every open space in
my house with streams of voluptuous froth; was to
pacify the thirst the every person I encountered on
the roads; the villagers scorching under sweltering
heat of the Sun; bearing the brunt of acrimonious
drought,
The best way to pay him back for giving me such a
caring and adorable mother; who attended to even the
most minuscule of my commands; was to embrace all
those children suffering on the streets; starting each
day of theirs with begging bowls scintillating in
their palms,
The best way to pay him back for imparting me the love
of my life; was seeing to it that no heart in this
world ever broke; trying without respite to blend once
again; shattered souls together,
The best way to pay him back for giving me breath;
seeing to it that it robustly flowed every hour, every
minute, every second; was to procreate several more on
my own; continuing the revered chapter of his
existence,
And the best way to pay him back for giving me life;
charting my destiny to be not less than a hundred
years; was to diligently serve all the afflicted;
infact serve to the most optimum of my ability; all
mankind…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.