Death Of A Kitchen

Empty room across the restaurant hall
Not even a fly buzz.
The waiter is lying upon a table.
Of square blood patterns' cloth

The chef, has hung himself.
The porter run away with the mouse wife.
While the pan dance in the rust water.
Cupboard of Cockroaches.

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Sharad Juneja 21 April 2012

Hehe.... a very nice.one.... its fantastic

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