The earthly lady..
How much you can hold,
In the dark secret of your heart,
Every time you munch in small bites,
Or gulp the massive raw delights.
Thirsty of you never be satisfied,
Drink until the wee hours of every state,
Flow it throw the valleys of cognitive chants,
You are too hungry to polish the plate.
What have you done with it, my lady?
You neither put on weight nor on diet,
Always on the lookout for the disposed organics,
What have you done with all that is ingested?
All blooms of vibrant colors and texture,
Enough nutrients for the ones, who pester,
For lavish square meals in the platter,
No wonder you are slim and fit, but getting old.
All your pimples and dents are covered with green mask,
Your stomach undergone oil suction treatment,
Your mountain size breasts are flattened to build the nests,
Where we stay and dream of building the diamond castles.
You look’ too young’ to everything that is newly born,
That wants to touch your subtle painted skin,
Quench the thirst with treated water, madam,
You may be falsely flattered with words of erosion.
Go for the total retreat to reconstruct your youth,
Botox may numb your nerve and you do look awkward,
Spa for the manicure and pedicure of tainted soil,
At least you can be made up to have the confidence.
when a photograph is taken from the space,
you may be as 'white' as the moon's face.
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