And a Perpetual Search
The last sip of wine, a devoured touch on my taste-bud,
After the roasted chicken, pulled pork mixture and smashed potato burp,
The table remained full of leftovers and untouched dishes-
Mutton, loaves of bread, veggies, deserts, layers of rice, and unknown platters. Oh, crap!
That’s enough, let it rot in the gutter!
Coming back to my room, I let my head…