Square Meal Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Square Meal



She runs the said eating house.
The beautiful spinster cooks & serves alone
Though the board displays hiring now
Yet she couldn't find an Esquire.
She's tired and bored.
When her eternal dream full-blown?
And the full Moon hides in her gloomy sky
Never peeps with a friendly smile.

*I hope she celebrates Mother's day next year.

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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