puresmiles

To be or not to be was Hamlets’,  But, to eat or not to eat is ours, World of colored and flavorful foods, To tingle our brain and tongue, And push us into the everlasting hell of flabbiness. Nay! Good soul, Repent for all that goes in, For it’s not too late, Nay! Though art doomed, Repenting will not stop you, From ill-health which is leeching There they are… Lustrously flat like the belly of a young fair maiden, Sprinkled with goodness of fertilized vegetables, And meat of hen or goat, Topped with cheese, to stay forever, Dangling in our belly, Named pizza, the first ever devil, To jeopardize man’s life Nay! Good soul, Stop, for there are healthy options, It’s not too late, Nay! Taste of cheesy goodness, Cannot stand before     Boiled fresh vegetables… Minced meat or vegetables, round in shape, Between wife and mistress, And wetness of mayo and cheese, Made of Maida, pure sin, in every bite, But, mad...

The soft music of the shepherd, The bleating of a flock of sheep,  Melodious songs of the young shepherdess, Green Meadows spread over acres, Chill breeze over the mountains, Rare scene indeed for today’s youth, Unheard is the songs of the farmers, Happy tunes to make mother earth greener, Pleasant melodies to reap as well as sow, In harmony with the little birds chirp on the trees, Sound of water from the nearby well attune to these songs, Rare sight of green mother earth, Mud and thatched huts with dunk floors, Clay walls, which would melt like a farmer’s heart, Earthen vessels to cook healthy food, Food with no artificial flavoring and coloring, Families sit together for a hearty meal, Rare spectacle indeed in modern world, Sparkling, azure blue, crystal clear river water, Flowing down the lane, with a musical note, Young village women singing tunes of beloved, Bathing and filling their mud pots with water, Laughter and merry a...