Udaya R. Tennakoon


Evening Hunger


When hunger came
I went to kitchen
Cooked rice
Made a soup of chicken

Hunger lessened
Had a glass of wine
Felt not comfortable
To have the food alone

Took the mobile phone
Called to him
Who lives same as I

Welcoming sudden invitation
He is to come
Prepared the table for two

Second glass of wine
Toasted with the friend
We had a happy time
Talking about problems

Transcendent solution
To the boarding evening

Tomorrow
How it will be

Hunger is not the curry for meal all the time
Wine is not the friend for loneliness all the time

Submitted: Saturday, September 15, 2012
Edited: Sunday, September 16, 2012

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