The surfeit that rots on platter
The debris of rancid nibbles
Bought in excess by the doubting glutton
Tempted to stuff beyond his gut can store
Maybe a spice more or a pinch less
Strewn and flung across like garbage
Beware:
One lick has triggered an oozing flow
Flow of an overflowing motherhood
Just within a moment the calf is shoved
Far enough to foil his longest stretch
Compelled by the starvation for his share
Share in what flows entirely for his sake
And close enough to tantalize the udder
Delhi
2317
21.07 hrs
8.10.25
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