'my pot of love for you, here it is, '
mom tells daughter, 'thick and savoury
as the suntan, reddish hot as chillies,
appetising as turmeric, jintan,
a million spices, ginger, garlic
and tangy as this piece of spring chicken'
she stirs the curry and daugher sees
a thick volcanic red fragrant oil
churns in the potpourri of wonders
'And that is my love for you. Come
storm, come shine, come rain, i will
be there to make sure you are
at your best.. a pot of irresistible
curry.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My digestive tract cannot handle curry...but my poetic senses appeal to this work...Good Stuff, John! ~ ~ ~