So, another challenge caught my eye, Weekly Writing Challenge: Lunch Posts, and I instantly remembered my school days, so thought of writing a poem, which was intended to be a short one, but that’s what happens with me sometimes..
it’s weird that i’d remember, you know,
for i didn’t care much for you back then.
it was a time unvalued,
gosh! how long it’s been since then.
as the chalky white words were written
via the canvas of the board on our books,
we’d find a chance to open
a secret away from the teacher’s looks.
bite by bite as it all vanished
into a well, mysteriously deep,
trying our best to mask the smell
so the secret remained ours to keep.
covering the potholes of secret,
we looked on with naive eyes
masking the chewing as a habit of hands,
we tried to sell our harmless lies.
no, we weren’t obese or severely starved,
just 12 o’clock lunch was ages away
back-benchers, with bags covering the view
grabbing every opportunity to feed our stomachs away.
hardly we were ever caught,
you know, we were a clever lot,
the best ones in the school prolly,
the stomach’s pain feeding our folly.
strange, how we were forever hungry,
and gobbled everything that our mothers gave,
along with a special canteen recess, later,
with the pocket money that we’d always save,
for now the lunch boxes
are brought home, as they were,
no longer a stash of secrets,
to be eaten at the 9th hour.
it is a memory, of the days,
when sat all the girlfriends,
gobbling from the other’s lair,
to carry on the innocent affair.
Lots of love..