Last Bite Regret

 Poem; Tapas Sarkar

Not with hunger, but with love 

I bit a part of that pleasure, 

I chewed the taste 

And ate the beauty, 

I felt the essence of caring 

Maybe it's called love or other…,

Long after, when all the tastes are gone 

Now, not love, but the hunger is brute, 

There is no hand to feed 

Even a drop of water is a far away dessert, 

There left only a memory with a dry body 

Who is silent with his last bite regret. 

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