A membraneous porridge
wades into my breakfast
With a muscular flag
The Greens
dressed in dainty innocence
Of ‘Glow & Grow’
Creep in
to infest my dinner plate
A multitude of labels
Assuring
Yet
Repelling
Subjugate the CUISINE CARD.
But,
The tickling aroma
pops out
In a ‘succeeded’ charm
Whisking away labels & tags.
A short-lived magic
drops down
With a thud
On prescriptions or regrets.