NaPoWriMo’17 – Day 2
A pinch of salt with a bit of lime;
A recipe to narrate, one of it’s kind.
Two spoons of sugar, charred a tad more;
Caramel is it? Ah ! My tongue is so sore.
What if I mix them all in a vessel;
Tangled and blended; like us when I nestle.
And then are those times when we made love;
Like a drink that gives a high; sent from Above.
Low, are those days; so black and so gray;
Like soot on my burnt bowl, on a bad meal day.
The smell of that meal ; so rotten and so foul;
That’s exactly how I feel , when you sulk or scowl.
Oh! My dear MasterChef, There’s no recipe that I know;
Cooking ain’t my forte, Can you go a lil’ slow?
Hold my hand, teach me how, To make out as we cook;
Some delicacies ought to be learnt outside the recipe book!
— Anisha Sunil —