Fried Rice Poem by Ganashyam ks Koottala
Fried Rice
Rating: ★5.0
I was so hungry
I ask my mother
'What's there to eat'
She replies without turning
'Its your favorite'
I wondered what my favorite was
I waited with excitement
imagining impossible things—
maybe approval,
maybe her smile.
It was fried rice.
I laughed at myself.
She had given me
the best she could.
Saturday, June 20, 2026
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