Half Baked Bread And Burnt Rotis Poem by M. Asim Nehal

In a e-kitchen all managed by hi-tech some mishaps abound,
All started when half baked bread and burnt rotis are found,
We all know that life's experience tests both skill and flair,
So let us embark on a journey of laughter and satirical tier.

It appeared an easy ask to make a loaf of bread, golden and round,
But the challenges were several, a secret, yet to be found,
Blame it on room temperature or flames, half-baked it came to our wonder,
Was the baker drowsy or caught in a blunder?

He may argue that the oven was a bit too mild,
Or maybe the yeast was feeling too wild,
Jokingly he said fear not, dear friends, for it's not all dire,
Half baked bread can still ignite culinary desire.

He offered a slice gently cut and spread with butter,
And to disguise he suggested to eyes, and let taste buds flutter,
He wanted to check if imperfect form creates any thrill,
A crispy exterior and a watery mouth will chew the soft fill.

Now my turn to make the rotis, oh what a plight,
Cooking them evenly seems quite a fight,
One side is charred, the other, too pale,
Oh dear, it seems, we've got quite the fail.

But don't you fret, for in every burnt bite,
There's a spark of humor, a comedic light,
It brings us together, through laughter and fun,
Sharing stories of kitchen mishaps, everyone's done.

Life's experience teaches us lessons, you see,
As we navigate the realms of dough and tea.
For in our failures, we find strength to try,
To bake better bread and rotis that won't fry.

But beyond the kitchen, a lesson we find,
In these comical mishaps, a truth behind,
Socio-economic issues may come and go,
But humor and laughter keep our spirits afloat.
In every burnt roti and half baked loaf,
don't we find a reminder, that life's full of hope.