Restlessness
I have been blessed
With five senses-
To hear, touch, see, smell and taste,
But words fall inadequate
To express all that I experience,
Even if I take all the right ingredients.
Just as I always do
When I sit down to cook.
I first decide what the family will like to eat,
And then go shopping for the best vegetables and meat
Paying attention to colour and flavours
And washing them in running water with patience
Then chop, puree or make juliennes,
To stir fry them in a pan
I don’t have to measure the spices,
As I let it simmer the aroma rises
As the children walk in they can tell
It’s coming out quite well.
Years of experience
Has fine tuned my culinary skills
But I am still a novice at composing poems, I admit
And wonder when I will reach the finesse of likes of Keats?
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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