amidst the class, about food and culture,
with the longing to eat, my mind wanders.
Its been a while, since i had my last meal,
I thought for myself,I can manage, no big deal!
'food' for thoughts, foods we visualize,
'food' for discussions, talks - none otherwise.
Oh my cravings! please don't die,
Don't call ghrelin and make me shy.
a victim to the stares of my neighbor, already,
for the musical notes playing in my tummy.
Ms. Professor too seems like a lead of an orchestra,
listing all the cuisines and restaurants in the area.
For a project it is, to taste test and comment,
I urged to start mine, that very instance
with her cont'd instructions, it grew more intense,
filling me with the utmost embarrassment.
all of a sudden, the class fell quiet,
Ghrr! Grrr! burrp! now that's my diet.
heads turned, for a view of the culprit,
but the professor laughed in all good spirits
feeling abashed i cupped my face
i was filled with aw, when they all gazed,
'Relax!' my neighbor said with sympathy
relieved I was, when she knew I was hungry.
my hungry tummy, the sounds it makes
for I thought, a fart, they all would mistake.
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