Dietician vs Mortician
The divide between them’s
not wide
Both deal with cold cuts
One serves ‘em,
the other preserves ‘em
I was locked in jail of world
You become my spritual guider
I was unaware of worldly dealings
You become my best broker
I got stuck in various situations
You become my lawyer
Growing at my age of distraction
You become my guru
At my every mistake
You become my parent
My passion and talent were malnourished
You become my dietician
I was recognized as nayan
Because you become my sister(unnati)
NAYAN SHRIMAL
He is a talent in rot;
From what his assessors got:
A magic no more wrought
For weeks his trainers wrath …
Then, again came his slot
And he tried his hard lot
But ended it in Naught;
Reproaches for A-Who-Could-Not …
Only better than a plain dot,
No more able to hold his fort
And thus a stuff to cease adding in a pot
So that no chef screams A Dietician’s “What!”
Indeed, A Shaming Rot!
It is a plant’s life.
Up in the continuous night, I saw a streak of light
a dying comet’s last hurrah.
Bedroom in darkness couldn’t sleep too much death
for one night.
Got up and read a book about plants speaking
to each other.
Warning, “heavy-footed human coming your way.”
“Duck, a lawnmower is going amok.”
Amputated roses and tulips chafes in a vase kept
alive for a few days, admire the agony of flowers.
Carrots scream when pulled up from the soil,
good for your health the dietician says.
Everything we do hurts someone, especially plants
except a few that can poison you.
Is my dentist a gardener of my teeth?
Time not only Yesterday changes
But Tomorrow rearranges,
The innocence of unborn babies tainting,
Their celebratory virgin spirit tilting:
A new-born able to screen from passers-by Its nudity
Faster than Adam did after his stupidity.
Time keeps obliging us with coarsened silk
While during us towards a Canaan of sour milk
We’d better we had a dietician justify
And the safety of Its consumption certify…
In the past it was
That Angels would be on Earth for a cause
partly to interact with Mortal Man
And whenever possible drink from his can
But chiefly God’s telegram hand him
Between the very clear and the a-bit-dim,
Fundamentally happy tidings
Or to, Embittered Hagar some bidding…
Then, God’s Seventh Heaven was a bit taller
Than the highest mountains with peaks duller,
Wherefore goose pimples from the heavens broke out,
When the already longish Babel still aimed to thrust out
The prelude to God’s multiplication of tongues
And unleashing of the confusion emanating from lungs.
As a dietician - for every client
I recommend sparing-balanced diet.
After you ate a kilo of steak,
Eat for a balance one kilo of cake !
Laughter is a true medicine
Artful mood changing dietician
Universal umpire of fun
Gigantic pain reducing gun
Heaving hearty hullabaloo
Tombstones stress to Kalamazoo
Engineers relationship glue
Real flavor boost for life's fondue.
Nutritionist, diabetes or
dietician
All to be unheeded in my
sweet tooth's opinion.
For how can I abandon
That chocolate canyon?
And same goes for yummy
chocolate fudge
Eh to a trifle could I bear
any grudge?
Ah treacle or caramel pudding
And apple crumble needs no
bidding
The craving wishes to devour
the dessert
Few would desert a tasty jam
tart!
Not forgetting swiss rolls and
cup cakes
and whatever other
sweetmeats the baker bakes.
Ah custards, ice-creams,
muffins and jellies
the only deterrent perhaps, the
fear of rounded bellies
Only if the dietician would
recommend instead
to cut down on leafy grassy
veggie salad
For if there was for it a polling
booth
I'd vote in favour of my sweet
tooth!
Relax dear for energy
Take rest nicely often
Let your body sleep
As it has to do work
One day by taking no food
Stomach gains strength
It feels superbly better
Just try this healthy act
Exercise must be regular
One day by not doing it
Body machine is oiled
Body parts say 'thanks'
Even taking oil bath
Seems to be wise
By that you supply
Support to structure
Sleep is of all the best
It completely sedates
Deriving sleep enough
Preserves robust nature
I am not a doctor or dietician
Just my emotions I express
If my words appear rubbish
Let me be generously forgiven.
mvvenkataraman
OK, maybe he is right. Maybe a cowboy he's not. He is a mechanic, a
pediatrician, an obstetrician, a veterinary, a plumber (wells), a house keeper
(stalls), a blacksmith, a dietician, a truck driver, a farmer (crops), a carpenter
(corrals and maternity wards), a construction worker, a landscaper (fencing), a
teacher, a road grader (keeps roads oven year round), a hunter (hunts stray
critters), a trapper (beavers to keep our water ways open and skunks to keep our
sinuses working), a cowboy (cattle work), a welder, a rancher, a ranch hand, a
cowhand and a_______ I give, I give. He is a Jack of all Trades, but since his
name is Billy I can’t go around calling him Jack, so he will always be my cowboy
to me. P. S. he is definitely not a modern cowboy. No three wheelers, no
pickups, no motorcycles. He did his cattle work by horseback.