Indian Kitchen.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The smell from the boiling rice,
Knocks and enters the nose,
Not covered with the secured lid,
To collect the stressful steam,

The smell from the boiling dhall,
Mixed with wonderful Hing,
Pulls the nerve buds to scream,
A plate full of delicious meal,

Roasted potato with chili and spices,
Boiled guards with moong and peas,
Oiled brinjal with onion as companion,
The fritters and pickles to savor and enjoy,

Hundreds of plants and their toils,
May rest on my banana leaf as food,
How many best dressed fauna arrives
I will not let my queen plants as the salad..