This Pangs

Sigh! Its Monday

And nothing lies

Further from my mind

Than lunch!

I may not be a glutton

Nor do I have an affinity

Towards fried or boiled plates

But, it does need to be cooked.

I could devour a whole pack of chips

But, then again, I could spoil my appetition

Who cares, as long as

My stomach stops growling.

What would I not give for Chocolates

Some may say that is not a Dish

Who designs a plate

If not for someone hungry as I.

I look past my window

To the road below

It could show me the path

The way to toothsome delights

I try to stand, reaching for my shoes

Alas, I am too famished to walk

I reach for my oasis

It disappears with a Puff.

I stutter, I falter, I pine

I howl, I mumble, I rave

No one hears my crash

I awake from my dream with an appetite.