Night Dinner At The Inn Poem by Rajagopalan Kumar

Through the silent dinner night

Save the clang of spoons so light

Drowned in the roaring crying fan

As it was into the hours so late

Into the mouths of many a man

Sailed the loaves of butter bread.




Mark the end of dinner time

Came the cups of tea so fine

Drained through their gullets straight

Last but surely came the penny bill

Belly full, but pocket balance nil

Sailed the men out in deadly fright.