Soft flowery tender fingers
resembling glory lily flowers,
mashed the curd -
of a little bit sour in taste -
between the palm with
the thumb and fingers;
The newly wed and settled girl
wiped her hand with outer end
of her silk sari she wears, dressed
with the same garment, unmindful
without changing, with fragrant smell,
eyes look like beautiful water lily flower,
the eyelids smeared with eye-paste,
- smoke with fine aroma due to frying
the spices and condiments with oil - fog,
irritate the eyes, nostrils and throat,
sweet and slightly sour syrupy - liquid curd,
squeezed and prepared all by herself,
husband eats saying the syrupy spicy curd mix
is delicious, already bright and sheen forehead and face
of that girl glittered gently with happiness.
what a beautiful scene from our kitchen! no wonder the nerve connected to the brain stem do many wonders...a beaurtiful poem..
very good poem, thanks, it has reality. Please read my poems and comment and vote, my dear poet.
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I would like to translate this poem
a great poem, succulently translated