A Date

The two of us, 

Drove down to a date, 

A he' and a 'she' met, 

But I waited, 

The watering mouth, entirely wet, 

Damn once again I was late, 

The hot samosa with green chutney had already been served, 

Silence prevails the moment I yelled, being an introvert, 

Introvert me and extrovert he would make the best couple, 

If only I would have been punctual, 

No issues, if not samosa, at least the yummy veg-cutlet, 

Would be served on my plate, 

But, oh! Unlucky me, the cutlet packed as a parcel had just left, 

Even the chole bhature had been theft, 

Even then I craved, 

For food is my favorite, 

From pav-bhaji to dosha, 

From momos to samosa, 

Everything I hunted, 

But mercilessly my proposal for them was rejected, 

I walked back home, 

Cried alone, 

Hunger at this point went out of control, 

I baked,

A cake, 

And had it with some salty snacks, 

Finally the hunger quacks,

" Food, food, food! "

I ate, 

Plates,

That numbers somewhere Eight, 

And slept, 

With a broad smile across the face,

For a successful date!