Treasure Island

Indira Renganathan


Alankar(Decor) -139


Brunch(Septet)

A seven line poetic unit is termed a septet
The septet is a 7 line stanza,
usually made up of quatrain and a tercet
and written adjacent to other uniform stanzas.


Brunch

Ask a tropical being about brunch-
I would number many items special
Or some selected dishes to munch
Brunch is the best morn food rational
Should feel retired waiting for hunger
No urgency for any work and no anger
Should overdo spoiling to malinger

And too nice if you are enough old
Probably retired from your job
Or say be just a homemaker to hold
Your hunger till ripe to throb
When you finally sit to glut
Do it sated next to heavenly strut
In godly slumber and sleep just

Submitted: Friday, April 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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