Sated
Edge of palms had tried to straighten
A wrinkled paper
Torn out from paper bags
On which dinner had just arrived
For words had begun to form
And dissolve
Somewhere above the busy palate
Engrossed in pleasing tastes
Tongue eagerly sought
Lyrical words rhyming words
Maybe a ballad long, I thought
With a beat matching the gentle trot
Of a graceful horse
Slow deliberate and a lingering trot
Where new words began
Before old one’s are fully formed
And then everything fades away
As they always do
Dreams, fantasies, words and meanings
Meeting their end in a stomach
Full of sated thoughts
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
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