Fancy Dinner

By NIDHI PALIWAL

Brimming burning candles,

Sparkling hanging chandeliers,

Crystal, for a diamond, you mistake.

Cause its fancier when its fake.

Cutlery full of weapons,

Pseudo minds and fake accents.

You trust the sweet savouring tongue,

Even when it’s dangerous than a serving tong.

Pretty fat cats with their knives neat,

Ready to cut the sponge meat.

With lingering lousy meaty flash,

You know it is easier to inhale the boiled trash.

Tipping butler for his not so real smile,

You kick bagger on the pedestal,

For little money and not a pile.

You object social status of a sinner,

Yet you go to a fancy dinner.

By NIDHI PALIWAL