Milk, Water And Butter! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

the sky juice gets the taste,
of things poured, put and mixed.
I am the milk: if pour the life water.
i may get diluted, polluted and contaminated,

the needed life water cant be avoided,
but I am the milk. very pure and delicious,
i decided to sit in a pot meditating with,
the yeast of everyday happenings.

the holy hands of my thought churned,
the pot of curd in the colloidal state,
the fancy cream in me started to float,
so no more get mixed and feel the faults,

when i mixed with water, i feel the pain,
when i float as the cream, I gain...