There Was Nothing Wrong
There was nothing wrong even if I spoke a 1000 lies, if it brought a smile to the face of the impoverished child,
There was nothing wrong even if I clambered up the mountain slopes well past midnight, if my expedition ended with God waiting to sequester me in his arms,
There was nothing wrong even if I killed clusters of red ant, if my massacre saved the life of a sleeping angel,
There was nothing wrong even if I burnt books of revered literature, if the crackling fires generated thereby imparted warmth to the shivering patient,
There was nothing wrong even if I slapped the bustling youth, if my rebukes helped them cope better with the acrimonious society,
There was nothing wrong even if I furtively shirked crowds, if my evading them brought me at whisker lengths close to my beloved,
There was nothing wrong even if I failed miserably in the examination, if my flunking gave a chance to students more deserving,
There was nothing wrong even if I drove my car like a maniac on the streets, if my whirlwind speeding transported the unconscious soldier to the hospital,
There was nothing wrong even if I submerged my entire persona in disdainful grease, if it meant that the fish could swim in pure crystal water,
There was nothing wrong even if I dug the earth several feet with my axe, if my shoveling extricated the man brutally buried alive,
There was nothing wrong even if I acted like a clown, if my ludicrous gestures made the gloomy princess wholeheartedly laugh,
There was nothing wrong even if I refrained from sipping a single droplet of liquid, if my scorching myself gave new life to the withering deserts,
There was nothing wrong even if I reached office late everyday, if my not arriving on time gave me a chance to hear the sparrows chirp flirtatiously in the
morning,
There was nothing wrong even if I clad myself in a piece of tottered robe, if my being naked saved that extra bit of cotton for the farmer,
There was nothing wrong even if I gulped a barrel full of whisky instead of tea at dawn, if my mind fantasized about all the goodness, transited into a blissful slumber thereafter,
There was nothing wrong even if I traversed on a bed of savage thorns, if it meant that my mother could sleep like a queen on the golden couch,
There was nothing wrong even if I said a blunt no when I could have gone around in fishy routes, if my being straightforward patronized my honesty,
There was nothing wrong even if I washed my eyes in a pool of blood, if my bruises could ignite the hearts of all those selfish,
And there was nothing wrong even I had to die Infinite deaths, if each breath of mine gave birth to a million new, saw to it that life went on and so did you.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 14, 2019
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Characters | 2,692 |
Words | 494 |
Stanzas | 18 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1 |
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