MILKMAN’S REPLIES

Milk is white like moonlight

Pure like mother’s heart

To say, ‘Milk is milk’, is right

It is nature’s gift, not made in art.

Milk turns something to shine

Like milk but it is never pure

In the age of science and its reign,

It can be in six-tastes, it is true.

It can be thin, milky water

Or watery milk, it can be thick,

It can be hot or sweet or bitter

Acrid or any as per the trick.

The milkman replies in the ways

To convince his every customer,

“My buffalo drinks water always

So, milk is milky even with water.”

“Milk looks thick for it eats flour,

Bitter for it eats bitter guard at will”,

“It tastes sweet, my children four

Offer chocolates, all together fill.”

“Milk smells pungent, it drinks gum”

“It eats chilly, so milk is hot to be pure,

Its habits are so, it never keeps mum,

Its milk prevents ills, no need of cure.”

Prepare milk milkmen in mixingart

All do not know what they are all,

It is artificial, cheating on their part

To the milk, for sure, victims all fall.

Published

Metverse Muse, 80th to 83rd Quadruple Issue.

MY DEAR FIREFLY

You are indeed greater

To shine without power

For glow and glitz on par

You are a twinkling star.

You stoop down in mirth

Flying in spirit onto earth

You and your all, in flight

Appear galaxy in the night.

How fantastic your flutter!

How majestic your glitter!

As a child, I fancied to own

You in my palm fully shown.

You shone like a mermaid,

All attention was fully paid

To the full in my full lashes

As a captive to your flashes.

I eagerly awaited the night

With you in the jolly flight

In glimpsing you in delight

As I did for the stars' sight.

You are a nocturnal beetle

In my palms a magic little

And lightning bug all days

To fill me with bliss always.

So tiny, so shiny, so comely

I spot your rear shining fully

As the flying star in all night

I fly with you in full delight.

Published

Metverse Muse, 80th to 83rd Quadruple Issue.

EXTRA-SUPERMOON

The phenomenon finest, rarest, and fullest

The cosmic variety to mark beauty,

All the sky-gazers witnessed at the closest,

The extra-super moon for their gaiety.

Grown bigger in size, shone brighter in shine,

It is spring after a span of seventy springs,

For its display of dazzles in its glimpse reign,

They felt like flying ever on their wings.

It is fully round to fill in fully wide lashes,

It is the celebration of a unique festival.

To catch its superbly spectacular glimpses,

Really celestial, supernal and carnival.

At high-rise outdoor buildings and, shores

For the perigee-syzygy, the super moon

They forgot their age coming out of doors,

A heaven on earth, the cherished boon.

The babies from arms leaped for its catch.

The children jump to hold in the palms.

The eyes of adults twinkled in their watch.

The old felt the event the blessed alms.

They learnt it the fest to fall a rare befall,

They hid its beauty in gaiety in hearts.

In times of tears and sans nears to recall

To fill joys in their lives of living arts.

Published: Metverse Muse 

80th to 83rd Quadruple Issue.

Oct 2023