Multiplied Meal

By Sanya Shah

You hadn’t known the love to grow your seed— You’d say, you is all you need, To multiply, multiply and to keep multiplying in the garden—without a weed; without anyone guarding or guiding you You’d say, you is all you need.

I’d known of all your disturbance— in the natural order and hence, I would have a meal, a meal and to keep having in the kitchen—the consequence; without to keep or to kettle, I’d feel a stint of disturbance.

By Sanya Shah