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Breakfast, Lunch , Dinner & Dessert

Jan 5, 2024
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By Indira Penubolu


Bread-

Lightly buttered,

Honey smeared,

Washed down by

A cup of milk,

Microwaved, lukewarm.


Egg puff;

Crust in the hair scattered.

 A bit of rice,

A bite of chaat,

Thumbs up to clear the throat,

As the sun glinted furtively 

Through the green…

On eyes gleaming green. 



Lips and cheeks - Tainted red,

Hair knotted tight in a chignon.

On the table spread:

Hand blown , blue rimmed glasses

Filled with red sauvignon

Dispersed by the candle; lit.

Shining silver, 

Laden Charcuterie- devoured.

A Sizzling brownie platter-

untouched…

As they undressed each other

With eyes that met 

And hands that didn’t.


By Indira Penubolu



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