The bowl being empty
with nothing in stock
reluctant to prepare anything
sat in a corner stiffly bored
the day in and day out
handling the ladle and vessels
boiling rice in the pan
into the making of broth
and the salads colourful
becomes a bug bear
so now in a status
with nothing in preparation
no material ready to eat
with the hunger unabated
and the strain in doing things
appeasing the hunger with water
sitting once again in the corner
with a fatigue not felt ever
the eyelids closing with a vigour
off into an hallucination
with dreams coming in a sequence
not relating to any consequence.
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