Fire and Resilience In
the Lockdown
I hear me walk
Measuring my pace on the crunchy leaves.
I look over my
shoulder
To see this eerie
,empty street
Bereft of people’s
stream.
In a brick and mortar
jungle
Tutoring my thoughts
to be in
A + frame of mind
A difficult
proposition indeed!
I trudge along in the
midst
Of silence, dead
leaves and mistrust.
Suddenly my nose
through the secure mask
Smells something
cooking and coaxes
My forlorn, woebegone
being to be alive
And sure smell takes
a happy dive.
I toss off the mask
that has made me nose-blind
Spells freedom to the
nostrils
to take in the whiffs of gulp full of aromas that thrills
!
the tummy juices
growl
hungrily I inhale
it whets my greed
what a treat!
My prying nose deciphered
every simmering dish
Be it the curried
fish
Potatoes with onions
frying
Zukini with garlic
and ginger
In jiffy I catch the
Unmistakable sizzling
of omelet’s!
Every few paces the
Wafting aroma changes
Happily I relish the
culinary skills
In a variety of curries
The freshly made
Rotis, Parathas, Puris.
Beverages brewing
Teas …ginger,
cinnamon, clove ,Tulsi
The intoxicating
coffee ,hot chocolate
Boiling milk, rice
lentils
Such delicacies
assail my senses!
I feel I’m in a Royal
Banquet
Sampling out of surfeit
of exotic dishes!
Each aroma buttered
My mind with memories
Of people that mattered.
Strains of ‘Fires
burning bright’
By the ‘Brotherhood
of man’
Brings me back to my
walk.
I salute the resilience
of the lady of the house
Who measures up to
the recurring demand
Of the taste buds and
stomach.
No matter what
Day in and day out
Always keep the fires
on
Even in the lockdown!
