I Liked The Way Poem by Nikhil Parekh

I liked the way; the jugglery of bones moved in the body,
I liked the way thunderous clouds in the cosmos produced sheets of torrential rain,
I liked the way in which fish swam articulately swishing their silken fins,
I liked the way; in which handsome horses galloped down the plateau at swashbuckling speeds,
I liked the way; in which fluorescent bulbs diffused gaudy lights on the street,
I liked the way; in which steaming brown filter coffee was poured melodiously in bar mugs,
I liked the way; in which intricate zones in my eardrum reacted ecstatically to vociferous sound,
I liked the way; tones of literature was juxtaposed on immaculate bond paper
of books,
I liked the way; in which gleaming sheath of Black hair cascaded down effeminate shoulders,
I liked the way; in which the railway engine obstreperously chugged through
solitary arenas of desert,
I liked the way; in which a plethora of bamboo sticks were used to construct fortified enclosures for dwelling,
I liked the way; in which golden particles of saw dust flew haphazardly in the austere breeze,
I liked the way; in which the princely panther clambered tall trees with nonchalant ease,
I liked the way; in which scores of glowworm radiated mystical rays at the onset of twilight,
I liked the way; in which the crystal waterfall plummeted down the slopes at tumultuous speeds,
I liked the way; in which small cubes of ice rolled down the slope; eventually transiting into a mighty avalanche,
I liked the way; in which enchanting shapes were sketched by synchronized strokes of the paint brush,
I liked the way; in which those dying of thirst; quenched their thirst drinking
gallons of spring water,
I liked the way; in which ostentatious cars sped down the valley at rollicking speeds,
I liked the way; in which people bounced on an island of pure jelly; catapulting a few feet above ground,
I liked the way; in which the cricket ball was hurled over the fence with overwhelming tenacity,
I liked the way; in which innocuous toddlers played incessantly in pools of wet mud,
I liked the way; in which the philanthropic politician helped clusters of individuals afflicted by distress,
I liked the way; in which the voluptuous nightingale flooded the atmosphere with mesmerizing rhyme,
I liked the way; in which crisp flakes of popcorn tumbled in unison from the wending machine,
I liked the way; in which man toiled to unprecedented limits in order to retain his self esteem,
I liked the way; in which young hearts throbbed violently; falling prey to inevitable love,
I liked the way; in which tender patches of my skin developed disdainful rash when stung by harmless nettle,
I liked the way; in which the flag patronizing my nation fluttered high in the wind,
I liked the way; in which people bereft of sight; still had a zeal to live; relying solely on the sense of hearing,
I liked the way; in which acrimonious rays of Sun fumigated all the filth on earth,
I liked the way; in which colossal mountains trembled due to onslaught of the earthquake,
I liked the way; in which pellucid mirror of glass reflected my authentic image,
I liked the way; in which the tranquil moon shone on my eyes when I was in
realms of deep sleep,
I liked the way; in which all the tangible and intangible existed; under a single roof; blended with harmony and love,
And over and above all I liked the way; in which God created man; from which hailed my very own ancestors,
Who in turn bestowed upon me the power to like and dislike.