Unpalatable
The day you leave, my house devours me
It swallows me whole
But as I glide through it’s gullet
I’m regurgitated!
You’ve left, and with you so has
All that that makes me me!
So unappetizing that even my house
Which once cradled me in its belly
Can no longer savour me!
It’s not the home that’s built of concrete that’s now unpalatable
It’s me!
Richa Wahi