Sorry Professor Makhanlal, just had one of those...
The conceited crackle
Between my gentle teeth
The hot melting syrup
Of sweet lava
Hesitatingly rolling
Over my shameless tongue…
The venomous kiss of death delayed…
What juicy dream
Woven with a magic wand
In sumptuously tantalizing circles of sin…
A spellbinding show
Of street corner wizardry
An unconventional lesson
In geometry
What blessed hands
Had fashioned thee
O brown hot and crisp Jilapi…
God’s mysterious gift to humanity…
© Syed Ahmed Shah, Bokultol, Guwahati
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