Gamin in the kitchen

Gaming in the kitchen


This gargantuan, all ruling Power,
deserted for an hour ,my apartment,
me plunged into darkness,
as the candle melts, merciless,
entering into a tie up with the dark,

I devour a cup of porridge,
as this macabre ruler, of all,
Hunger eats me after
a day’s toil, squeezing the
thews and sinews,

some little intruder entered
through my half closed window,
I wanted sunlight, but in
came a freedom loving
Brat of a Rat, nibbling

some pieces of coconut
scrambling up and down,
toying with the utensils
meddle my foot casual,
moving in cross, across,


in the criss cross of the
five /five kitchen,
playing acrobatics
mastering somersault,
loosing the prospects of game.