Mock Epic: The Battle Of The Seats Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O Chair, silent witness of mortal desire,
Of Heroes entangled in the treacherous web of Seating Arrangements,
Where love, rivalry, and awkward glances collide,
And the placement of one's posterior becomes destiny itself.
Behold the Mortal, clutching napkin and courage,
Eyes darting between favored spots and forbidden thrones.
To the left, the Beloved, radiant as dawn;
To the right, the Rival, smiling like a cunning fox.
The Table, altar of both sustenance and peril,
Stands as battleground where hearts are tested.
The Hero approaches, step measured, wary,
Hoping fate will favor a seat of honor.
A glance exchanged, a chair claimed too soon,
And sparks fly like arrows from unseen Olympians.
Conversations shimmer with tension,
Forks tremble, spoons hesitate, and laughter hides treachery.
Alliances form in whispered glances,
Napkins waved like banners of allegiance.
The Rival leans, the Beloved tilts,
And the Hero, caught between desire and dread,
Must summon courage worthy of epic tales.
At last, a seat is claimed, destiny fulfilled…
Or perhaps denied, catastrophe averted only by quick wits.
The Table survives, but hearts bear scars,
Legends will speak of the Battle of the Seats,
Where mortal passion and furniture intertwined,
And love, rivalry, and absurd heroism became immortal.
Thus ends the epic of Love Triangles over Seating,
A saga of subtle warfare, awkward glances,
And the knowledge that sometimes the greatest battles
Are fought not with swords, but with chairs and courage.