She Loved Me For My Money

I filled the bathtub to the brim; with a solution of my crystalline tears,
She entered; cleansed her blotted hands in the same; exited as phlegmatically as she had come.

I eccentrically plucked infinite hair from my scalp; throwing them in a heap on the cold floor,
She swept the same with uncouth ease; into the hollow realms of the fetid dustbin.

I peeled intricate arenas of my skin; with fresh blood oozing out from my wounds,
She roasted them with salt curry; consuming the appetizing delicacy for nocturnal supper.

I banged my fist hard against the formidable wall; developing a plethora of fractured bone,
She frigidly tread on the same; exerting unrelenting pressure from her large feet.

I inscribed her name on my bare chest; with the chiseled end of a dagger,
She laughed boisterously witnessing the same; confronting me with a volley of expletives.

I presented her with a bunch of fragrant rose; at the onset of every dawn,
She tore the petals with meticulous proficiency; saving the raw buds as natural manure for the plants.

I stripped of bulk of my clothing; to cover her in the abysmal freezing winter cold,
She shrugged of the same with intrepid nonchalance; to cover her pet sleeping peacefully beside the fire.

I ran marathon distances in the sweltering sun; to fetch her cool water,
She held the glass for a minute in her hands; spilling its contents completely to blend with disdainful mud.

I carried her unfathomable distances in the desert; when she was unconscious and in tumultuous anguish,
However the moment she woke up; she gave me a cheeky smile; spitting loads of saliva on my face.

I fed her like a child when she was ill; contracting lethal virus in her blood,
She bludgeoned me with poignant slaps; mutilating my persona; the moment she acquired back her reservoir of strength.

I worshipped her like a sacrosanct deity; fantasizing about her all monotonous day and night,
She kicked me in my rear like a slave; commanding me to kiss her toes.

There was a time when I was blessed with bountiful riches; she then loved me like nobody else,

The tyranny of fate today had rendered me exorbitantly penurious; with meager savings to my credit,

She had always admired me for my affluence; my insatiable gluttony for embellishing her with gold,

And at the reigning moment when I was haplessly struggling on the solitary streets,
She wanted me to relinquish breath; as much as she had once upon a time; superficially loved me.
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 ; 1977 ) from Ahmedabad , India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India , which is India's Best Book of Records , also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle . The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and natural . 10 Different National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are for - (1) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion (2) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada (3) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills (4) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-book (5) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations (6) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org (7) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website (8) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace' , at Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones (9) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela , has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa (10) Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ . The Indian Poet has written thousands of varied poems on - God , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and downloads on the Internet . Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry in their entirety . The Poet's Poetry has had the patronization of several versatile World Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit http://nikhilparekh.net ; the webpage . more…

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