Inspirational Dish Poem by azmat naushad asif

When appreciation is sprinkled with jealousy:
That detonates the thought process in me
The anger presses the button
Triggering the blasts of emotions

Why the words which comes out of
Your mouth can not be honest?
If you envy me, let your speech convey that
If you praise me, let that be pure
If you are hurt tell me that alone
Just don't mix and match

Please, don't add milk and sugar in bitter
Black coffee to make it taste better
I can gulp it down with my tears
It awakens me from my slumber
Of deep burnt love cooked and served

I can eat the desserts prepared by you
With the help of pen, while having dinner
With words. Enough to drink away
My sorrow with delicacy of writes.
A cuisine inspired by all the wrongs.
When appreciation is sprinkled with jealousy:
That detonates the thought process in me
The anger presses the button
Triggering the blasts of emotions

Why the words which comes out of
Your mouth can not be honest?
If you envy me, let your speech convey that
If you praise me, let that be pure
If you are hurt tell me that alone
Just don't mix and match

Please, don't add milk and sugar in bitter
Black coffee to make it taste better
I can gulp it down with my tears
It awakens me from my slumber
Of deep burnt love cooked and served

I can eat the desserts prepared by you
With the help of pen, while having dinner
With words. Enough to drink away
My sorrow with delicacy of writes.
A cuisine inspired by all the wrongs.