The unpleasant uproar they create

 

The aroma percolated in d' air,

d' biryani is ready, it asserted,

d' crowd gathered  for d' party,

before devouring felt satisfied

One renowned chef cooked it,

famous for his cooking resolve

all ardent to have a taste of it,

their mediocre satiety to solve

 

Exceeding 100 guys got served,

and as set to take their first bite

d' chef came out and disclosed,

a small stone I missed, left in it

Its color & size same as d' rice,

strenuous for me to find it out

take care while eating d' stuff,

don't hurt your teeth and shout

 

D' flavor of biryani, just superb,

truly delicious and tasted great

but d' fun of eating was missing,

d' least curiosity paid to d' taste

Folks had it in silence, finished,

till d' last bite over, felt nervous

no talks, no gossip/fun observed,

d' diners turned extra conscious

 

Finished d' meal, sighed in relief,

felt blessed,  not to get d' stone

washed d' hands, began tattling,

d' offender stone found by none

Party ended, they called d' chef,

one of us would've got, as u told

but no one got it, simply strange,

no untoward event ever unfold

 

Chef told, picked up most of them

but if one might be left by mistake

so I wished to forewarn u people,

if ignorant, your teeth be at stake

All started looking at each other,

no talk about d' delicious biryani

exhausted after such a tense meal,

left feebly, it appeared too funny

 

Life just an extra amazing biryani,

unable to relish it to d' full extent

marred for a few hidden pebbles,

superb, yet we never compliment

Exceptional delicacy well aware,

love it, taken aback by the taste

but scared of d' hidden obstacles

and

d' unpleasant uproar they create

Worthy of a divine approximation

Love to see it each morning,

d' same odd scene repeating

a life event around me, just as

a yoga drill, skipping/ jugging

 

The elderly guy never fails,

does arrive at a steady pace

and picks up d' fallen flowers,

in a mini basket, caringly place

 

As if ready to visit the temple,

in neat attires, looks virtuous

recites hymns, his voice unclear,

d' routine affair made me curious

 

One morning I waited for him,

bent on to put my snoopiness to rest

gently asked, daily I see u pick up

d' stale flowers, unable to digest

 

All pluck fresh flowers only,

u gather d' fallen ones from d' ground

what do you do with those?

tried my best, no answer I found

 

Offer those at d' feet of d' deities

at home, in our tiny family temple

fallen ones to God? tell me further,

d' logic unclear, not understandable

 

News to me from the ground,

the withered flowers gathered

when d' fresh ones yet available,

why d' fallen flowers do you offer?

 

I help those fulfill their kin desire

to be with God in their last moment

they too have, a life like ours, and

it would be their best bestowment

 

Some pluck d' freshly blossomed,

few nip even d' un-bloomed buds

not let to release their fragrance,

no chance ever to be with d' God

 

All wish to grasp what is beautiful,

snatch away d' beauty of d' plants

turn those lusterless and deserted,

let aside d' destiny of fallen flowers

 

They deserve to be with d' God,

it ought to be their prime purpose

if plucked while still on d' plants,

made use of in one decent locus

 

It's no fault of the flower, it fell off

a different way goes my thought

penalized so harshly for nothing,

get detached from d' plant and rot

 

Going for the ignored fallen ones,

I derive delight and peace of mind

not able to help d' old age people,

at least to d' flowers can be li'l kind

 

Others ought to try it too, I nodded,

smiled and wished him all the best

resumed the running spree ahead,

but my mind raced at a faster pace

 

New inspiration, an amazing idea,

to gather fallen flowers for worship

on d' way back found a hibiscus tree,

could see a few flowers fall under it

 

As I bent down to pick those up,

fallen ones to God? you can't offer

mom scolded from inside my mind,

hesitant hands obeyed her order

 

D' feeling, devotion linked to God,

mom's words, mind got altercated

but d' turmoil subsided after a while,

I continued to pick up d' neglected

 

Placed those on my pulpy palms,

instantly cropped up goosebumps

heart restlessly started to gallop,

it's entirely a different kind of love

 

Brought those home, cleaned,

put at the feet of d' Lord,

their deserved position

as if lifting d' down-trodden,

d' neglected and poverty-stricken

 

 

Rescued d' souls out of misery

an amazing ordeal,

sensed their untold obligation

a satisfying feel

 

Vowed to carry on d' act

lift d' fallen, below our stature

d' uncared for, d' neglected,

and make their life better

Be it a human, animal, bird

or life in any other form

why not the detached flowers

worthy of a divine approximation

 

How to carry on to be a true doctor?

 

Wiped sweat from the forehead,

breach d’ medical ethics everyday

d' cesareans, done left and right,

parties force and Drs have no say

Throw d' forceps across d' room,

irk, scream at the nurse, no harm

but the ethical levels, at a decline,

doctors no more d' model of charm

A quick money-making d' passion,

no innate sense of compassion

big robbers found in white coats

moral standards vaporized, gone!

 

 As urged by d' famed astrologer,

for the cesarean, he agreed upon

skipped the auspicious date-time,

the offhand labor oddly happened

Baby got stamped as a preemie,

and then dumped into an incubator

but able to inhale ample breaths,

no signs told, its lungs immature

 

Born at 34 weeks, too premature,

put on light rays, set nursing care

the terrified parents, over-anxious,

be able to sustain life's adventure?

But d' sister upbeat, she assured,

the preemies prove to be smarter

will navigate d' early days evenly,

shows its pursuits and d' behavior

 

Modern ladies enjoy d' autonomy,

settle on a choice for a cesarean

why endure d' long hours of labor,

and a hurting vaginal delivery pain

To evade a vexing labor procedure,

cesarean designed, they don't need

lucrative for d' Gynecologist also,

a fine financial incentive indeed

 

Late-night toil, no peaceful sleep,

d' progress often quite uncertain

more time in Hospital, less for family,

a watchful hold-up anxiety-ridden

A cash gain scope if a cs creates,

why pass over and not go ahead

many a Drs advise the procedure,

even though medically unjustified

 

To choose a birth time, a gimmick,

d' destiny, future, can't be altered

can't put all odds in reverse gear

stupid to ensure a safe hereafter

Ensuing haps cannot be forced

health, wealth & triumph together

can't buy a gold cage to lock up,

the fortune of the child, his future

 

Great souls can decide their fate,

gain positive vigor from the stars

defy the chosen day and timings

no astrology applies to their birth

D' stargazers keep on computing,

all calculations go null and void

they select their suitable instant,

ascertain to attain a status gifted

 

Inscribe d' lines on own forehead,

beyond astrology, all estimations

if a determined desire to be born,

the episodes happen on their own

The exhausted Dr felt utterly upset,

kid's face flashed again and again

serene but committed to coming out

premature, even in a frail condition

 

Unable to suck and swallow rightly,

in no shape to take a breastfeed

fed only with d' pumped-out milk,

just to conciliate its current need

but takes adequate spoon feeds,

too sure to top up its tiny tummy

snoozes more than full-termers,

super-sleepy guy of his mommy

Gets up, does a li'l extra exercise,

d’ slender limbs look hyperactive

to build up d' feeble musculature,

and make the slim bones revive

 

 

cesareans, easy, money-fetching,

hint the mom-babe duo's life, risky

no time to assess d' actual status,

for safety, d' party trust d' advocacy

Baffling, that things won't improve

a cacophony of confusion, emotion

his valued life turned upside down,

who's he, what he wishes to become

Went to d' temple to weep in silence,

mood flattening, thoughts cloudier

forced for such immoral practices,

how to carry on to be a true doctor?