What Do We Need? Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Not so clean attire he was there,
scratching the head to explore,
the varieties of dishes and the smell,
I was watching him in a spell,

The serving lady not bothered,
after many glimpses she nodded,
handed over him a polystyrene box,
so he could fill what he wanted,

He filled the rice first, and then,
picked up the dish one by one,
The box was full and not be closed,
He wanted some more pointing the crabs,

The lady was shocked: shook the same head,
in denial showing her index finger out,
The unemployed addict of a sort,
persisted with salivating mouth,

The shop owner's face had changed,
anger erupted as the hot sweat,
still she gave him what he wanted,
she turned and walked into the shop,
while he walked out insufficient..