Appetizer Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Stirring up a spiced sense of mood,
A fancied drink sipped before food
That smirks of tonnes of attitude,
Appetizer for deep pockets seems good.

Good for maws not hungry enough,
For bellies not bestirred enough,
Mouths that await chef-stirred-up stuff,
Taste-starved tongues avid for great gruff.

My mind goes to millions indeed
That has no need appetite to breed.
An idle mind's mirth, needless lead,
A starter for greedy wolves' greed,

Nothing can hunger build I feel
O like skipping an ordered meal!
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Reflections | 01.11.15 |