Mock Epic: The Odyssey Of The Late Pizza Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O App, herald of sustenance delayed,
Of Heroes who wait in hunger and despair,
Clutching phones like sacred talismans,
Praying to gods of GPS and delivery notifications.
Behold the Mortal, stomach growling like distant thunder,
Eyes fixed on the glowing screen, watching the tracker's march.
Minutes stretch into eons, seconds drip like molasses,
And every "On the way" is a promise tested.
The Doorbell, silent as the Sphinx, mocks their patience,
While condiments wait, forlorn, upon the countertop.
The Streets outside teem with chaos unseen,
Scooters weave like chariots, traffic snarls like monsters,
And Heroes imagine the courier battling titans unseen,
Through potholes, rain, and labyrinthine city paths.
Meanwhile, the scent of imagined feast dances cruelly,
Tempting, teasing, yet just beyond mortal reach.
At last, triumphant, the sacred package arrives,
Steam rising like incense to Olympus,
And the Hero seizes the spoils with joy and relief.
Sauce drips as rivers of victory, crust is crunchy armor,
And the first bite tastes of triumph hard-won.
Thus ends the epic of Food Delivery Delays,
Where mortal endurance is tested, patience forged,
And even the simplest meal becomes a heroic quest,
Celebrated in legends of hunger, hope, and triumph.