Once while I was cooking
The bowl to me said
"Who are you
Preparing to feed?"
When I answered my family
He slowly rolled his eyes
That's when I saw him
Being filled with malice
"Then why do they don't
Complete what's made?
Now there'll be no food left
For them to leave and fade"
The food slowly disappeared
Without another word in thin air
Now what could I do
I knew the bowl was just fair
The food that we wasted was
Also made in him
The food I had cut in it
Now not left was trim
And then it again appeared
I was full of ecstasy
Maybe what I'd seen before
Was just a fantasy
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My Brainwork 1: Collection Of Poems
PoetryHi everyone. I have decided to post my various thoughts via poems. The chapters here will be arranged according to different topics. You can read according to your choice.Hope you like them. Also, if you find typos, grammatical mistakes, etc, do...
