Pradip Chattopadhyay

Silver Star - 3,338 Points (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Homemade - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Fried brinjal rolled in flatbread
Her magic recipe of love homemade
What treasure they hold what charm unlocks
When sharp at two opens up lunchbox!

A sweet candy from the finest cheese
Made from cow milk a salivary bliss
I feel helpless and little can do
My belly when growls sharp at two!

I feel entranced in that magic hour
When smell green peas and cauliflower
She makes them fine rich butter spread
The toasted breads her love homemade!

She knows my bowel not makes it rich
Fine cut cucumber in soft sandwich
In all them I find her special brew
Of love homemade to be opened at two!

Though it’s never that I made her known
How sweetly relish her love homegrown
But when I open lunchbox at two
Wonder without her what I would do!

Comments about Homemade by Pradip Chattopadhyay

  • Valsa George (1/26/2014 1:26:00 AM)

    I believe, your wife is a wonderful cook! If she reads this poem, there will be something additional in your tiffin box that will make your mouth drool and also of the hapless other colleagues (if you have a common dining area)

    A clever husband knowing how to extract the maximum from his wife!
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  • Lyn Paul (1/20/2014 6:45:00 AM)

    Loved these words Pradip that truly made me smile. Someone gave me a great tip today to use grated steam cabbage instead of rice, Pasta or Cous cous. Please spoil her too! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 20, 2014

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