When I was driving my car through the meandering hills; feasting on the
panoramic view of the mystical valley,
The thing I hated the most was a incessant flurry of dense traffic; halting
the unprecedented flow of fantasy in my mind.
When I was swimming exuberantly in frothy waves of the ocean; taking the
sizzling rays of the sun directly on my skin,
The thing I hated the most was the onslaught of inclement weather; compounded
with swirling waters; which made me return back to the shore.
When I was studying diligently under the gloomy night lamp; pouring rapidly
through infinite lines of fine script,
The thing I hated the most was pertinent voices of the neighbors; the discordant cacophony of the ticking clock.
When I was jogging across the sprawling race track; stupendously relishing the
cool morning breeze striking my eyes,
The thing I hated the most was obnoxious wisps of smoke in the atmosphere; and
the lace of my shoe getting entangled every now and then.
When I was painting exquisite shapes of the hill on a white canvas; executing
vivacious strokes with my rustic brush,
The thing I hated the most was blotches of squalid dirt smudging with the
color; pelting showers of rain prompting me to conceal my work.
When I was fervently viewing my favorite television program; with my feet well
rested; and a festoon of fried chips lying by my side,
The thing I hated the most was violent fluctuation in voltage; which caused
the images to ludicrously flicker in the screen.
When I was consuming a barrel of red wine; slurping the elixir with animated
sips of satisfaction,
The thing I hated the most was the authorities catching me red handed; evacuating the alcohol out of me; by beating me black and blue.
When I was playing an intense game of chess; articulately maneuvering my
pieces through the checkered squares,
The thing I hated the most was illegal moves by my opponent; which eventually
led him to win the game.
When I was about to commence on an adventurous expedition; accompanied
by hordes of my class mates,
The thing I hated the most was intermittent bouts of cold and fever; which
instigated my parents to incorrigibly hold me back.
When I was earnestly praying to the almighty; with my arms crossed; eyes
focused in tumultuous concentration,
The thing I hated the most was uncouth criminals bombarding the vicinity;
permeating the sacrosanct ambience with ghastly sounds.
And when I was with my beloved; my face nestling passionately against her
The thing I hated the most was orthodox society hindering our romance; proving
a deplorable barricade in the path of our immortal love.
- 1 View
Find a translation for this poem in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Український (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Discuss this Nikhil Parekh poem with the community:
Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:
"The Thing I Hated The Most" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2019. Web. 14 Nov. 2019. <https://www.poetry.net/poem/51289/the-thing-i-hated-the-most>.