Mock Epic: The Siege Of The Empty Stomach Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O Table, altar yet unadorned,
Of Heroes besieged by Legendary Hunger,
That monstrous gnawing, a tempest in the belly,
Raging long before the feast has been set.
Behold the Mortal, pacing, stomach growling like distant thunder,
Hands clasped in vain prayer, eyes darting to the empty plate.
Minutes stretch into eternity, each second a torment,
As aroma of the coming meal drifts like teasing specters,
Mocking patience, fanning flames of desire.
Allies appear: siblings, friends, pets—
Each pleading, bargaining, or snatching morsels unseen.
The Hero wrestles with self-control,
Clutching napkins as shields, resisting temptation's siege.
Time itself seems to slow, conspirator with Hunger,
The clock hands crawling as if complicit in torment.
Even the condiments whisper: "Sample me, now!
Taste before the proper feast begins! "
The Hero shudders, resisting, a warrior of restraint,
For honor demands patience until the appointed hour.
At last, the feast arrives, dishes gleaming like treasure,
And the Hero descends upon the bounty, victorious,
Each bite a reward for courage, discipline, and endurance.
Legends will tell of this hunger, fierce and mythical,
A trial endured by mortals before the meal divine.
Thus ends the epic of Legendary Hunger,
Where stomachs roar, patience is forged,
And every diner becomes a hero,
Triumphant at last in the glorious battlefield of Dinner.