The plate and the spoon

Plate was born on a Tuesday morning

Then paid by someone who picked him

pathetic, that he couldn’t eat all that good

poor guy bathed in prill by evening.

 

The shiny girl among metal family

she was so slim that vessels were jealous.

Her smile made a random teeth to smile.

And an eye locked our metal piece .

 

He was broad, yet so thin at centre

she was slim, yet so big at top.

they met on a dining table, not to eat.

But they synced like Rhythm and lyrics