My Stomach
Cried the stomach! Are you aware?
How much I work for your welfare?
Perennially slaving like a loyal mare
Churning, burning food you prepare,
From here, there and everywhere!
I am your apparent heir, this I declare!
For such spicy, savoury riches you share...
Your feelings for me are beyond compare...
For even at night you won't me spare!
Alas! The scary base cravings you bare,
My acidic spirit cannot match with dare;
Wear, tear, no time for repair,
No time for a breath of fresh air!
But life with you is a real nightmare,
And life without you a lost prayer
Edited by Kavitha Ravi - 17 years ago