No Edge To This Hunger...

Peeping through the glass wall, That is not skirted with the blinds, Running through massive collection, To find the flawed delicate spots, Sucking all the nectar to pick up, All the treasures of life and the living, Knowledge is what you acquire, Through constant undying thirst, This hunger can’t be satisfied, With adverbial eloquence of banquet, Where everyone gather to choose the buttered, Crispy cognitive dressings, showing of shades, Of celestial light, objects and unknown meteors, Hundreds displayed themselves as the 'spoiler of the mood', These are the individuals, who help to find out the lavish detonators, To burst each cell to bloom as the flower to spread the perfume, Many may not know what they have and decorate in their shelves, Stubbornly keeping those microbe infected closets, strongly secured, Before it is released, let us keep ourselves get immunized, Murdering the germs and mixing with our elixir fluid, We can stand erect in front of the midday sun, Claiming our podium and hoisting our flags, Beaming with smiles and hugging one another spontaneous.