Milky Way
These days I'm always afraid of
boiling milk too much
that it thickens
on the side of the vessel.
Or of boiling it too less
that it feels
like a bedsheet unused.
I'm running like milk, in milk these days.
Like I'm afraid if I boil it too much
it will fall as always,
and I'd catch myself with a
less filled glass.
Or if I boil it too less,
I'll be left with extra milk
which will not be used.
In both the cases,
blue flames of gas stove remain
uncharacteristically stable.
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