Poetry

1. BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN
I might be possessing an uncouthly scraggy beard; encapsulating my cheeks
abominably from all sides,
But that doesn’t mean; that I didn’t have soft flesh on my visage; the voluptuous
tinge which seduced the most glorious of angels into an absolute submission .
I might be endowed with a color which was darker than the sootiest of charcoal;
repelling every entity I transgressed in my way,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t fantasize about all the beautiful maidens on this
Universe; drown and coalesce myself each instant with the ultimate of marvels;
infinite lands transcending the island of paradise .
I might be residing with an insatiable whirlpool of mosquito’s in my dingy hut;
without an iota of currency in my bedraggled pockets,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t perceive ingenious ideas in my brain; to
metamorphose this lecherously manipulative society once again; into benevolent
mankind .
I might be tinier than the inconspicuously diminutive ant in stature; being
overwhelmingly mocked by all tangible living on this planet,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t stand of my own feet; shirk into my reclusive
cocoon; when it came to defending philanthropic mankind .
I might be having a voice more horrendously disgusting than the croaking frogs;
inundating the atmosphere each moment with pathetically disgruntled cacophony,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t explicitly voice my feelings; pacify the torrential
agony in my soul; with the poignancy I generated through my words .
I might be bereft of eyes right since immaculate childhood; stumbling on each
gloomy footstep; like a pack of frigidly soft cards,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t enlighten other’s lives; cast optimistic rays of
splendor and hope; in the paths of those staggering towards horrific nothingness .
I might be disastrously ugly; with every quarter of spuriously bombastic mankind;
rebuking me beyond the limits of ignominious condemnation,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t impregnate heavenly fragrance in my comrades
shivering beside their corpse; assist them blossom again from the tenterhooks of
hopeless extinction .
I might be utterly famished due to brutal circumstances; deprived of the most
infinitesimal morsel of food since centuries immemorial,

2. But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t perceive stupendously oligarchic cuisine
lingering in exotic kitchens; harness the most majestic of artistry with every droplet;
of my profoundly compassionate blood .
I might be profusely decaying and old; now awaiting death any instant to embrace me
in its inevitably ghastly stranglehold,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t bounce and frolick like a new born child;
innocently pour out whatever enveloped the walls of my conscience to the extraneous
world .
And I might be bound in devilishly blood coated chains; unable to budge even a
minuscule inch over the gory imprisonment entrenching me murderously from all
sides,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t love; romance; care; share; with the person I
revered the most; bond each of my senses in the swirl of an immortal relationship;
which no bloody chain on this earth could ever break .