Like to extract,
not anything serious,
like deducing scientific
formulas, just juice.
Being a lover of fruits
squeezing whatever ,
apple, pomegranate,
orange, guava, celery.
The colours that flow
fascinates, I eye with nostalgia,
the myriad shades
being the outcome.
The whiz sound of the juicer
along with the churning
the fruit goes up and down
a cycle of process.
While others think of
space and its expeditions
wonder, how this juice making
sends raptures,
An Epicurean!
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