My Favorite Ice Cream: Mama Made Ice Cream Without Much Of Milk Poem by Lajpat Chawla

Reminiscent of poverty ridden days of my past.
As if a tale of life previous, time flies so fast.
Mama made ice cream without much of milk,
She added corn floor to render it so thick.
Dung of cow was the fuel, poked with a stick
Crushed peanuts and red roses did the trick.
First was the dry fruit, other colored it as brick.
In pitch dark pot, was a dish unsurpassed.
Reminiscent of poverty ridden days of my past.
As if a tale of life previous, time flies so fast.

Papa took the dish of love in a box of brass,
Kept it in the fridge, in the house of his boss.
We waited like greedy pups for papa to cross,
Who would get first was decided by the toss.
When mom knew of two- head coin, she was aghast.
Reminiscent of poverty ridden days of my past.
As if a tale of life previous, time flies so fast.