Poem 299 : Cooked Tales

 Cooked Tales

                           - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

No ingredients available in the hand,

Emptied every information and facts,

Monday modified and commodified,

Verses turning into luxurious gifts,

Tuesday being twitched and twisted,

The fracture turning to a structure,

Wednesday in the wielding process,

Swords and shields placed between,

To shield itself from the next cycle,

Thursday thrusting the heavy burden,

Worries to carry forward the next day,

Friday frying the last few drops of oil,

A never ending heavy toil of the mind,

Saturday seated peacefully on a throne,

Resting for the upcoming energy drain,

Sunday with a sunshine and plentitude,

Energetic sun without burning anyone,

All days with its tragedy or comedy,

Cooked into sweet and sound melody,

And a cycle spinning again, all ready,

For this never ending cyclic cookery.