Banquet is over

The Host ushers me in

To a splendour of colours 

Delightful aroma 

Lavishly served 

To pamper every sense

I can choose

Have what I want

Inner voice whispers 

To the roving gaze

Taking stock 

Of the platters 

To make my pick 

Just when I realise -

You are not on the menu

You are not on my list

Hmmmm....

I ignore
The bite of desire
 pang
The song that
Heart yearned it sang,

With a final look 

I withdraw to rise 

Smile polite 

And speak

To the lady eyeing from close by

I say -

Here have my seat

I'd rather fast
And be on my way
For he for whom I hunger

Isn't meant for me.