If Only You'd Spent A Single Minute

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 06, 2018

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If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of your hours; which you dedicated wholesomely to our child; at times deliberately stirring the mischievous devil within it,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of your hours; which you meaninglessly wasted staring into blank bits of space; which led solely to the mortuaries of nothingness,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you obsessively spent ruthlessly scraping and scrubbing those floors; which were already sparkling clean,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you worthlessly whiled reading every ounce of spicy and gossipy news; inundated on the front covers of sensational newspapers and magazines alike,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent ardently listening to the travails and woes; of even the most listlessly decayed bones strewn haplessly on the dusty streets,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent indefatigably searching for the ultimate panacea of happiness and fruition; in your impoverished life,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you dedicated to excessively celestial rest and sleep; which you relished the most; because you could rampantly dream,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent in the kitchen burning your fingers unsuccessfully; in trying to learn every conceivable recipe under the flaming Sun,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of thousands of hours; which you fervently devoted to satisfying every religious ritual and spurious ceremony; of the so-called sanctimonious society,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent scrupulously tracking every thread of success; of the richest men and women on this fathomless Universe,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent conversing; releasing your frustration; against the solitary walls and laconic bits of sky,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent in triumphantly proving even the most invisible of your point; even though you were the unabashed ridiculer and were wrong,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent admiring your very ownself; as sitting on the throne of; and reigning as the ultimate queen of nail-on-the-head practicality,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent aimlessly speaking with your friends; relatives and close kin; igniting myriad topics out of sheer nothingness; when there was nothing profound left to talk,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent trying to explore an indefinite number of talents; existing incognito in your brain,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent taking marathon walks and jogs; in order to keep your already agile body; roaring in the topmost gear,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent in gross indifference and preposterous shrewdness; towards the chapters of mundane life,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent in making fun of even the most evanescent of my idiosyncrasies; upon which you'd accidentally tumbled; in knowing me all these long years,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours you spent wholeheartedly laughing on the other side; whilst I flashed the mightiest tears of my sorrow away; cursed by a spell of perennial loneliness,

Then. I'd have loved you more invincibly than I loved anyone on this gigantically inscrutable Universe; as poetry was all I had; all I was made up of in each of my veins; bone and breath; and what I penned was exactly what I thought; was exactly how I was; was exactly my truest identity; irrespective of any caste; creed; status or tribe.


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