Hunger Calls
Hunger Calls


The clock struck six in evening,
The sweet smell growled my tummy.
I cried ,"Hunger Calling",
"Stop Yelling," raged my mummy.
Idli Sambhar with chutney,
Was all on dining table,
I tried to bake cake but had no money;
Sorry son, I wasn't able.
The clock struck seven,
Hungry like a wolf, poor me.
Went up to my best friend, Kevin;
For dining out together we flee.
I would like to have lentil based stew,
With steamed rice cake,
Keep it right & spicy too;
And remember there should not be any mistake.
I heard my stomach rumbled,
"Here's your order sir," said the waiter.
"This is Idli and not a cake," I grumbled;
And you know, I'm an Idli hater.
The waiter stood perplexed,
"Idli" is the rice cake you ordered,
He got all in a sweat and vexed,
These are the items we have offered.
I was guilty and upset,
However, I fulfilled the aesthetic hunger;
Returned home with regret.
Mummy asked, "Have you made any blunder".