You haven’t ever thought
To break your beat
Going round and cyclic
Your Killer Instinct’s
Vicious to the core!
So proud of the bad taste in your mouth
I’ve seen you ignoring,
Eluding the non-stop eaters
With taste buds high and choosy
Exercising preference over preference!
I’ve seen your eyes down-casted
As if instinctively wiser,
Than many a good-getter-
To act complaisant, out and out
At a multi-coursed dine-n-wine!
Rummaging through the dumps seems a passion with you;
Sifting your livelihood through dust, a habit,
Shaving with death a life-style;
Never-say-die- your life’s guard
Act blind and move on, fold by fold!
Has your mouth’s water completely dried up?
Or is it that you were born without it?
Or did you learn it cuddling up with mum?
Or was it the day your world out-spoke-
That the game was lost even before it started?