PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Green ,last night I learnt was for "will" My Dear Respected Mr.Austromate not so far away has time and again mentioned some crazy guy's name in his postscripts.Fortunately that crazy guy is ME. Can you guess what ME stands for ? No.. you're wrong ! It means "minister of enjoyment". My dear ladies & gen'lmen,boys n girls please do read ALL of Berns prose and poetry.All of them will lead you to the path of enlightenment though not in the orthodox manner. They give sermons without the fanfare or stage shows or promos.He loves humans in his own way.He never ever shouts "I love you" on the streets or over the microphone.Austromate has showered praises on my writes off and on which I don't really deserve. He is a thorough gentleman and probably "the only person" who put in a word for my humble family while softly introducing me to his lovely wife Martha. Respected Ma'am Martha are you listening ? Life doesn't come to an end when the balloon bursts. It's contents are spewed into the immediate environ and then mingles with the bigger and bigger environ which I can't really think or imagine.So poets and casual surfers so much of "heavy stuff" which many poets earn a living by.Let me write something to justify the title.So dear wise readers stay off from reading further. Don't say I didn't warn you !!

Yesterday night I was returning from the nearest eatery. I had been there to buy some "chapattis" for dinner. My darling sweet wife had a pain in her right hand so I thought buying chapattis from an eatery would save her the pain of making "rotis". So.... now then I ,as usual, looked up at the three-day decayed moon.It looked almost round.It had a greyish orange hue and somehow my myopic vision could make out the craters on it.No.. I'm not lying !!!! I try never to lie.I was thinking about poets who write interesting pieces on moon.But to my Indian bleary eyes it seemed lonely hanging like a brownish grey chandelier.

No... couldn't enjoy the sight for long.The walk back home was too short.Moreover,the soles of my feet were hurting from my 56 kg. on a 6 year old "chappal" frayed with time and age.Can't I afford another pair? Yes indeed. But somehow the "will" is lacking.I keep putting off the purchase.So many walk barefoot in Kolkata or in wafer thin flip-flops costing only Rs.50/- or so.In any case I'm not a reformer or preacher.Now my dearest Austromate isn't this sufficient nonsense??????