‘Khushboo Fast Food ’
Why am I where I lie ?
Tethered to a pole
Suffering miseries untold.
Time still, but weeks fly.
Legs stiffen, yearn to move
To a milling crowd.
But I lie in a dusty shroud
And see the master grieve .
Days bygone he did stir and fry
Eggs, rolls, and chow.
Girl or boy, low or highbrow
Stood salivating by.
Alas! an unseen evil now stalks,
Distancing men from men,
Men from me , a bad omen.
For master puts me under locks.
No longer do I earn,
The idle master bemoans.
His life dives into unknowns,
With oodles to mourn .
So little left to feed his brood.
And a daughter lying in wait,
For a groom that he promised to bait.
Little wonder oft he slips into surly mood.
Yet, worse he has weathered.
This too shall pass,
Before he too comes to pass.
In him hope never floundered.
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