Wonderland Poem by Aparna Kalley

My wonderland was Grandma’s Kitchen,
So many shiny utensils,
Various stoves,
The scent of strong coffee,
Delicious things cooking continuously,
It was so alive! !
She was like a witch,
Desperate on preparing her
Priced Concoction…

Mother’s kitchen is more
Organised and tidy,
Cooks fried rice and channa batura,
Takes time and watches,
Santa Barbara in between
Cooker whistles
Seems happy but sometimes appears
Like an exhausted Goddess,

I am sure my own wonderland
Would be different
With efficient gas burners,
Oven, grinder, food processor,
Time saving recipes and
A man to share the burden,
But, on hearing it,
Why is the witch laughing and
The goddess amused? ?