That sweet aroma of the asafoetida,
I remember the last time I cooked rice,
With those soya chunks,
No oil, but perfect pinch of salt,
Adding some exotic flavor, I used soy sauce,
And then there was that pepperica,
Along with the cumins.
I breathe in the same aroma-
When I’m here trying to write.
The sweet aroma of the words,
I am stringing together forming a poem,
With those comparisons,
No rhyme, but perfect pinch of metaphor,
Adding some exotic flavor, I use the theme food,
And then there is that mildness,
Along with the silly effort.