I hate dinner tables with platters spread out
People with loud mouth
That’s where they dissect me
Pierce me with the forks and chew me but don’t digest me
They try hard over the dinner table
It’s for the mouthful they meet at the table
Though they catch big fish there I don’t bite the bait
I am served to all, spiced and chopped and sliced.
I am present by my absence….so they…. .
-by Santhosh Kumar Kana
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