Samosa - Poem by Lalithashree Ganesh
A fried triangle
Stuffed with potato,
Steals the hearts of plenty
Dipping it in ketchup or date and mint sauce,
In tiny rooms and mansions of space
In trains and planes and small lanes,
On rainy evenings and sunny mornings.
Humble it is,
As it stares you in the face
Saying ‘Why do you delay?
Eat me quick, before he attacks you
And tears me away from your hand.'
There is always time to savour it
The fried triangle, when eaten with chai,
Brings together a universe, and lights up taste buds
Filling an empty stomach with a happy smile.
Would you have eaten it if it was not triangle?
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