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The Womb – Poems on Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood – volume 2

 

  By

  Nikhil Parekh

  [ Note - Currently I seek a traditional publisher for the publication of my above mentioned Book , in the Print form . Published here ; is this Poetry Collection of mine in its entirety , alongwith the differently titled Poems contained in the Book . As of the present moment ; 47 of my Books are available for purchase in the eBook format from Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh . My style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal , though my Poetry / literature is normal and natural . GOD’S grace on me . i am nothing infront of GOD . i am nothing infront of GOD’S holy messengers . So any victorious publisher who may want to publish my Poetry in Paperback without Financial Expenditure to me , can directly communicate with me at the address , [email protected] or [email protected] ] . I am Nikhil Parekh , ( born 27 August , 1977 ) , poet and author from Ahmedabad , India . I am also a 10 - Time National Record holder for my Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India , limcabookofrecords.in - which is India’s Best Book of Records , Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . You can visit me at - nikhilparekh.org ; to browse my Poetry on GOD , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood - at this website you can also browse my varied Books , my awards and my National records in Poetry .

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  Author Biography

  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 - limcabookofrecords.in , 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 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 EBook

  ( 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 - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ".

  The Indian Poet has written thousands of 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 .

  The Poet’s Poetry has had the patronization of several World Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit Nikhil Parekh at – nikhilparekh.org .

  About The Poetry Book

  This Book which has 60 differently titled Poems , is actually volume 2 of the Book titled – The Womb ( 250 pages ) . A flurry of poetic concoctions dedicated to the ever-pervading woman and mother. Profoundly saluting her love, compassion and resolute grit as she evolves a diminutive infant into a powerhouse of talent, into a complete individual. The poems in the collection are humble salutations to the essence of Parenthood, to the unbelievable depths of sacrifice that a mother resorts whilst bringing up her child right since its inception in the womb. Each poem reveres the 'godly womb' as the source of all creation that has ever been. This book in itself is the most befitting tribute to the agonizing odysseys of parents as they nourish their children-and children as they grow up as the most powerful angels of God to stupefy all humanity with their inherent charm. A quintessential read for every parent or parent to be, it brings out the charm of creation since the very first breath. The verses within bountifully poeticize every unbridled mischief of a child with its beloved parents.

 

  CONTENTS

  1. THE NOBLE CITIZENS OF TOMORROW

  2. THE CHAPTER OF EXISTENCE

  3. TRYING TO HIDE DEEPER

  4. ASTOUNDINGLY SENSITIVE – PART 2

  5. DON’T YOU DARE O! DEVIL

  6. TWO WOMEN

  7. THE SON OF MY MOTHER.

  8. AT YOUR TIMELESSLY DIVINE FEET

  9. WHY NOT MOTHER’S INITIALS?

  10. IMMORTAL MOTHER

  11. IMMORTAL BONDING

  12. I STILL PROFOUNDLY REMEMBER

  13. THE FIRST CRIES

  14. KAVYA –THE AFTERNOON OF 2nd APRIL

  15. HER NEW BORN HEARTBEATS

  16. INFATUATION 

  17. KAVYA- MY NEW BORN DAUGHTER

  18. KAVYA

  19. DEAR DADDY

  20. IN THE LAP OF MY MOTHER

  21. STRAIGHT ANSWERS

  22. INNOCENT LIVES

  23. 9 MONTHS 

  24. YOU WERE THE MORTAL GREATEST DEAR BIOLOGICAL MOTHER

  25. CLINGING TIGHTLY TO THE BODY OF MY MOTHER

  26. CALL US MOTHER

  27. NEVER SNATCH

  28. STILL CRAVING FOR MORE

  29. FATHERHOOD

  30. ADORABLE SISTER
/>   31. FRESHLY BORN

  32. MY FIRST SON 

  33. GODLY PARENTS

  34. I FELT THE MOST IMMORTAL WOMAN.

  35. JUST TREAT HIM AS YOUR IMMORTAL SON

  36. MOTHER AND WIFE

  37. KEPT CALLING ME FATHER 

  38. MY SON 

  39. COMPLETE SURRENDER

  40. ATLEAST DON’T DO THAT SIN

  41. MOTHER & THE ARTIST.

  42. OMNIPRESENT MOTHER

  43. LIVING DEAD – PART 2

  44. THE OMNIPRESENT MOTHER

  45. SOLELY AN IMMORTAL MOTHER

  46. DIVINELY MOTHER

  47. REJOICING MY FIRST CRY 

  48. LET A CHILD SMILE 

  49. THE RAIN AND MY NEW BORN BABY DAUGHTER

  50. JUST DOESN’T END 

  51. CAN NEVER EVER FORGET

  52. HEAVENLY MOTHER

  53. IF BEING A MAN IS ALL ABOUT

  54. MRS. NAMITA SHAH-YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO MY CHILD.

  55. A Woman's World

  56. PROUD OF MY FATHER . HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU .

  57. MY BABY DAUGHTER’S ORIGINALITY.

  58. TO MY MOTHER – BEST WISHES ON YOUR FASCINATING BIRTHDAY .

  59. MY DAUGHTER’S FASCINATING PILLOW .

  60. WHY WAS I AS A PARENT, AN ALL-TIME FAN OF EURO-KIDS VASTRAPUR ? ( eurokidsindia.com ) .

 

  1. THE NOBLE CITIZENS OF TOMORROW

  Watch them bounce in untamed exhilaration; boisterously clap their hands in unison as the sun shines high in the sky,

  Watch them play gleefully in the mud; coating it uninhibitedly and with exuberant energy on their innocent faces,

  Watch them splash in the sea; munching delicious cookies; embossing fabulous sandcastles in the foamy and shimmering sands,

  Watch them pummel each other joyfully in the ribs; triumphantly march forward without a trace of manipulation or fear in their impeccable eyes,

  Watch them sing songs in incoherent tandem; not bound by restraints of the monotonously conventional society,

  Watch them fantasize to unprecedented limits; surreally swishing their chubby cheeks to a place where the most ingenious of scientists failed to reach even in mind-boggling inventions,

  Watch them run behind their mothers back; emanate the most mesmerizing smile ever found on this colossal planet,

  Watch them greedily gobble milk and food; make a sheer mess of their plates and clothes as they sat with overwhelming mischief besieging their facial contours for nocturnal supper,

  Watch them clamber up their elders without the tiniest of embarrassment; pluck the beard of their fathers with insurmountable naughtiness,

  Watch them go to school with their laces always upside down; crusts of innocuous dirt always dribbling down divinely from their nose,

  Watch them immaculately emulate their siblings; run rampantly in the loose mud for their place at the winning point,

  Watch them evolve incongruous words with their pens; fall asleep midway as if the load was the biggest to confront on this globe,

  Watch them walk upside down with their tongues poking out in candid expression; the cotton encompassing their diminutive bodies fluttering violently with the

  winds,

  Watch them incessantly cry in lap of their mother; make the amusingly astounding gestures with their nimble pink set of dainty jaws,

  Watch them intriguingly stare at a flurry of objects in vicinity; trying their best to decipher the meaning of this alien world,

  Watch them stumbling inadvertently as they walked; endeavoring to solidly consolidate their intricate footing on earth's ground,

  Watch them smear ice-cream all over their robust complexioned minuscule bodies; unwitting perceiving it to be the bubbly family soap,

  Watch them indefatigably decorate and feed their fairy dolls; entirely oblivious to the vagaries of this uncouthly parasitic township,

  Watch them breathe and live with an ardor; that even the most mightiest of human beings floundered to achieve in infinite lives,

  Watch them enjoy the privilege of being God's favorite molecules; easily superceding the most unfathomable of creations in this Universe,

  And over and above all; watch these tiny angels grow in the future decades yet to unveil; harness handsomely and with irrefutable conviction into the noble citizens of tomorrow.

  2. THE CHAPTER OF EXISTENCE 

  Just when I felt my eyes were closing; my lids incorrigibly wanting to shut down,

  I saw the tiny buds of rose blossoming outside; the unsurpassable grandeur of

  its petals engulfing the atmosphere in entirety.

  Just when I felt my legs were going limp in exhaustion; the indefatigable stress of the day inevitably pinning me down,

  I saw the pouch bellied kangaroo leap across with gigantic strides; traverse the marshy fields overlooking my window with uninhibited and gay abandon.

  Just when I felt my tongue relinquishing taste; infinite buds on its surface had died a gruesome death,

  I saw the cow philandering in the leafy meadows; munching robust chunks of grass with great  relish.

  Just when I felt my mouth aching; the chords in my throat abysmally parched and dry,

  I saw the orchestra singing loquaciously; madmen screeching at the top of their lungs; attempting to bring the roof on earth.

  Just when I felt my hands go pale; every iota of strength sapped wholesomely from the conglomerate of my bones,

  I saw uncouth barbarians bludgeoning their way through the forest; annihilating gargantuan tree stalks; exerting monstrous power with their palms.

  Just when I felt the skin encompassing my neck sagging profoundly; disdainful

  wrinkles inhabiting virtually every part of my demeanor,

  I saw a cluster of young maidens with sparkling skin; boisterously bouncing on the silken couch.

  Just when I felt the waves of sadness vacillate in my soul; bizarre grief stabbing me like daggers of blistering coal,

  I saw the clowns of in the circus mischievously smile; with their loud guffaws thunderously piercing the atmosphere.

  Just when I felt pulsating pain in my forehead; an avalanche of thorns curtailing it from perceiving further,

  I saw a medieval sage reciting hymns in blissful harmony; the unperturbed expressions of his face; depicting that he was in a land of surreal fantasy.

  Just when I felt that I was about to sleep; the clockwork machinery in my brain failing to tick forward,

  I saw a battalion of roosters flying high in the air; permeating the crispness in the ambience around with their cacophonic sounds.

  And just when I felt I was about to die; relinquish the final draught of breath; to rest in my heavenly abode,

  I saw a child being born; crying innocuously in the tender palms of its mother; trying to imbibe as much as it could with its large eyes dancing around the earth; to better understand the place it was now going to exist; diligently continuing the chapter of existence.

  3. TRYING TO HIDE DEEPER

  No astronomically colossal wave in the ocean should ever forget; that it was once upon a time a minuscule stream of frigid water,

  No pompously extruding tree in the forests should ever forget; that I was once upon a time an inconspicuously trembling seed,

  No flame escalating handsomely towards the sky should ever forget; that it was once upon a time a diminutive flicker emanating from the bedraggled candle wick,

  No majestic eagle soaring high in the clouds should ever forget; that it was once upon a time an infinitesimal fledgling whimpering insatiably; at the disappearing of light,

  No royally grandiloquent castle should ever forget; that it was once upon a time a profoundly disheveled brick; freshly baked under raw rays of sunlight,

  No winner basking in the glory of incredulously earned victory should ever forget; that he was once upon a time shivering in nervous hysteria at the starting point,

  No fathomless dungeon impregnated with biscuits of g
littering gold should ever forget; that it was once upon a time a obsolete hole; losing its entity each time as the winds blown,

  No impregnably towering mountain should ever forget; that it was once upon a time a lump of transient mud; being trampled by every entity transgressing its way,

  No boundlessly incomprehensible desert should ever forget; that it was once upon a time a granule of insipid dirt; hovering without a stature of its own; wholesomely solitary in the Universe,

  No tumultuously mighty avalanche of ice should ever forget; that it was once upon a time a droplet of water almost freezing to death in the icy winds,