I starve.I haven't been fed.
But I hate butter and bread.
I am hungry-I need to eat
And I prefer only flesh and meat
For today my meal is you.
Because you are fresh and new.
I don't want potato finger chips.
But your eyes, ears and lovely lips.
I have no doubt .I'm a Beast.
I shall take you up as my feast.
I start gobbling your neck at first.
I'll drink your blood -to quench my thirst.
Arms chest abdomen and calf-
Part by part- I'll finish you off.
You can't escape my hands as your tender
I think now it's better for you to surrender.
By Tina Ashok
