Poetry

1. DON’T MAKE ME
Don’t make me taller than the clouds; protruding my head above realms of infinite
infinity,
That I became oblivious to my fellow compatriots on earth; had to bend beyond
limits of comprehension; to walk abreast their benevolent countenances.
Don’t make me fairer than white ice; with an unfathomably glorious aura radiating
profusely from my flesh,
That I miserably dwindled to recognize those with the slightest tinge of black around
me; shrugged my nose in disdain towards the realistic forms of humanity.
Don’t make me more ferocious than the fires swirling towards the cosmos; charring
everything in tangible atmosphere to inconspicuous bits of threadbare ash,
That I ruthlessly swept past my comrades in inexplicable pain; uncouthly forgot to
commiserate with even those; who were solely instrumental for my existence.
Don’t make me more mystical than the chapter of existence; entrenched by waves
of stupendously alluring enigma,
That I didn’t understand the hearts of innocent children; overruling them with my
torrential downpour of intriguing intricacies.
Don’t make me more invincible than the divine; instilling in me the unprecedented
power of conquering every iota of this fathomless planet,
That I started to condemn those frolicking in the lap of their mothers; the very
celestial shrine of sacrosanct essence; wherein I had spent my entire childhood.
Don’t make me more prudent than the Sun; possessing even the most infinitesimal
bit of knowledge loitering on this planet,
That I basked in the overwhelming glory of my memory; feeling it worthless to
disseminate the same to my fellow mates in profound despair.
Don’t make me more cool than gargantuan avalanches of snow; inundating my soul
with a mountain of gratifying peace,
That I was simply unable to comprehend the whirlwind of insurmountable agony
besieging my loved ones; thoroughly nonplussed by the tragic disasters which
unleashed; right before my eyes.
Don’t make me more fragrant than the most scarlet of roses; deluging my persona
with magnanimous scent and voluptuously exotic spray,
That I diabolically kicked every fruit and flower that confronted me in my way;
trampled mother nature under my bohemian feet; instead of blending in its
mesmerizing lap for centuries immemorial.

2. Don’t make me more wealthy than the entire treasury of this Universe; triggering my
pockets to explode with an unbelievable flurry of gold and shimmering silver,
That I relinquished even the tiniest trace of effort from within my veins; slept like a
demon whilst my brothers and sisters; bathed in an unrelenting tornado of pain.
And don’t make me more satisfied than the angels O! Lord; overwhelming my lap
with all the riches of this planet; even before I found my breath to utter them
coherently,
That I didn’t feel the slightest need to discover the beautiful gift of love in life; spent
countless lifetimes like a dreadful corpse; even after possessing infinite arms; legs and
hearts.