Hunger Poem by Rehan Hyder

If I fumble for options
Hands grow short to handle
If I actually say that
I love you
How bad would earth shake?
These tremors! Ah …………very digestive

But in “things to do”
Breathing is alpha… and not done yet
Someone pilfered this system
And with perforations aplenty
Fishing breath… toughie….

Next in line would be satiation
Every caress, every morsel
Is like lemur …. there is melee of
Hunger……

One crap will cling on to other
List may just swell
Go dive in the caffeine
Into the savannahs of mint..

I’ll rub my protruding belly
“hunger” shall seek and find
A more spicy reason to burp