What Shall I Serve You?

For long, my house has been lying deserted My gate has not been opened wide to let in anyone No guest has so far come to visit me Tired of distant wanderings I have come here to listen to the beat of silence Occasionally broken by the sound Of laughing wings of birds, flying overhead Here I have brooding shadows for company Hermit like I wrap myself in my solitude Now abruptly when you announce your arrival I feel excited and equally perplexed What shall I serve you? I am at a loss My hearth has not been lighted for long And my kitchen pots remain empty I know I should serve you Something chilled or warm In my menu, I have a simple surprise But not of the edible kind Nor delectable to your palate But as I have known you since long I hope it will appease you In poetry's platter I shall serve my thoughts warm, Garnered in the lonely hours Of my solitude! The only dish I have!