Chicken (Poem)

I was writing with pen 

Suddenly She called me at Ten.

I asked her for the reason of Calling 

She said," Your chicken is ready in front of your dining". 

I rushed towards the table 

Like in joy of listening a Fable.

The gravy was smelling so sweet

Now I was ready to eat that delicious meat.

I took my plate 

And thanked my fate.

I pour down the curry

In the greed of some hurry.

Suddenly the whole gravy fell on the floor 

And now the curry is no more. 

It was because of my greedy sight 

Now I was feeling fright.

The fright was not for the lost food

It was for her who made it for me in good mood.

She came and saw the accident 

I saw her and lost my my confidence.

Now she began to stare at me 

It was like a nightmare for me 

She told me to sit down on the floor

I sit and finally she shut the door.

She sit with me and give me bread

I took that bread in some dread.

Now she began to eat curry from the floor

I picked the soft bread and tore.

Nothing we lost 

Everything we enjoyed the most

Finally we eat curry

In a greed of hurry.