Square Meal - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
She runs the said eating house.
The beautiful spinster cooks & serves alone
Though the board displays hiring now
Yet she couldn't find an Esquire.
She's tired and bored.
When her eternal dream full-blown?
And the full Moon hides in her gloomy sky
Never peeps with a friendly smile.
*I hope she celebrates Mother's day next year.
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