Sunday's Evening And Your Lunch Box Poem by Shubham Agnihotri

It is a Sunday and onset of winter
I reminisce all those Sundays' love of late winter
Indore got algid in the evening better
People came out like it's a party together
Mess were on holiday, so a reason to eat out,
I never cared for the Sunday off mess
Spent my day in the library cabin block.
As the dusk falls and I stepped out on side
You smiled with a lunch box showering pride,
I waited for Sunday or you waited at premises out?
Knew we would meet and talk about the week
The DD garden or the cafe wherever we got seat
Deipnosophist me, you knew how much I speak
You listened, you questioned and you smiled at peak.
When the world was absorbed in the glimmering freaks,
We enjoyed the hostel-made lunch-box Sunday dinner treat.