Canteen Poems - Poems about Canteen

Just a few days in, college felt new, Chilling in the canteen with my unusual crew. I saw a guy feeding pups with care, And told my friend, “Yaar, ese bhi log hote hai.. it's rare!” He was just another face, A guy with a gentle grace. We laughed it off and moved on from the scene, Not knowing what that moment...

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"I shall cut off your right digits!" And the fine red-haired girl fidgets! Not in early teens, now Eighteen: Should with success run a canteen... But Joyce before speaker just trembles, Every fresh slipped threat Shock resembles; No thoughts of a leg being simply pulled, To flee not from the scene herself fooled; For all her friends still holding tea cups, No counting of...

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SOMETHING IS MISSING We spend some of our unforgettable days in our college, With lots of fun and an ample of knowledge, Where we have a small temple named canteen, Which is a point for our credits and bargain. Then one day a demon comes in the face of corona virus, Which brutally infects our lungs and stops our pulse, To prevent...

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Convoys of flashy cars Matrimonial coteries perched on car windows Convey cosy impressions in imaginary bars Belying divorce shadows That stalk and haunt new marriages Where cooking sticks, frying pans fly As divorce spectres havoc in carriages Speak and sing a lie Marriages tell and fail As happiness through windows evaporates To spell and impale Marriages at frenetic rates Scaring delights and daylights In homes haunted In mornings, afternoons...

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Humanity Canteen My restaurant is exclusive and classy no paupers allowed though I have to declare that I picked up the chef near the township where on a paraffin cooker in his garden of plenty lots of dishevelment in which he stewed maize meal and half rotten gruel into a one sided meal with no time for thoughts to...

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In the crazy canteen, people threw plates and let off steam... The real canteen was somewhere else. That one was an oasis of calm, and people ate from plates quietly. It was a place to talk to the boss and hint at maybe, rises. But in the crazy canteen the bosses did not go... It was just for workers evidently, throwing knives and forks. 5/19/2015 -------------------------------------- Featured poem of...

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Across by the window, reading her magazine There she sat. Eating her breakfast in the works canteen, Drinking latte Coffee, eating toast and marmalade, her mind Deep in thought So it seemed to me. Yes, you would often find Her there if sought. Her hair fair and long, her lips rouge and pert, Wearing a short skirt And so many men teased by her smile,...

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