CurryA Poem by YouoweYoupayAn oddly delightful spring morning squandered in vain.I could not have not found A more becoming recreation, Or could I? The recipe was not delusive, But I had improvised just in case. All the jars of spices sat idle on the marble counter, Or so it seemed to the non-culinary eye. Chopped cubes of sweet tomatoes, For a kind heart Coriander leaves For zealous, bright eyes Curry and mustard seeds For an affinity for music A spoonful of cumin For curiosity and a thirst for knowledge And a pinch of nutmeg powder for hilarity and glee And maybe a small fit of belly-buckling laughter. Chilli pepper flakes For prudent passion And a can of coconut milk For the soft, dimpled skin Of the small hands I will hold and swing As we stroll to the mini market. An oddly delightful spring morning Squandered in vain. A realm of stark blue and cream white Spread on the canvas of my window pane Neglected and taken for granted. An offer of amity With a friend or two Dismissed, phone unanswered A cup of tea never ordered Fascinating gossip unheard Isn't it absurd? All for the incentive Of mixing ingredients in a bowl Fresh greens plucked from our backyard And a dash, a tiny dash Of magic and deliberation To sate the appetite and aspiration To reanimate the life, And lull the grief-stricken heart Of a barren wife.
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