Churning the yogurt to separate the butter, <br />With hand held robe attached with a plunger, <br />Or hold the plunger between two palms and twist, <br />The affinity between water and the fat breaks, <br />Fat molecules escape as a great victory to gather, <br />Start to float on the surface of the curd, whiter, <br />Fluffy as the cotton candy, has to be pressed, <br />To remove the water, the lumps of butter churned, <br />The fragrance is better than any butter in the shelves, <br />Dip the fritters or steamed cakes into it to savor, <br />The memory of younger days blooms as young shower, <br />We may have more than enough to buy and taste, <br />But the first taste of anything, that sticks to the mind. <br /> <br />Churning the societal curd to extract the cream of people, <br />Some countries still use the plunger toil hard to get little, <br />The others use the mechanized system to mass produce, <br />what others do in the pots in every house hold, <br />economy of a country depends upon the administration, <br />how we administer our own brains and resources, <br />for the betterment of our own people as well as others, <br />how we protect our knowledge bank not to be loaned and robbed, <br />how we live our life on the roads of our own country, <br />where everything is placed, maintained and kept in order, <br />let us churn our society not to get butter, <br />but to make our life to be better.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-churned-butter/
