Tiffin

Tempted, I peep into those quartered compartments
In expectation of some culinary eccentricity from the mundane.
Forsooth, the heart breaks only to discover that
Fate denies any relief from the moroseness of the monotone.
I hope I may find a way out, perhaps by chance.
Nay, says the wallet, and the appetite is sacrificed.


Originally shared with internship colleagues in the Summer of 2012

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