Peeled and washed green-gram
Grains are wet for few hours,
Then grinded in to flour paste,
Tiny balls are fried in pan of oil,
Radish yellow tiny cakes again,
Hotly merged with syrup for while,
Sweetness has entered within,
Sweets are ready to serve to guests.
Very pretty tiny cakes attract in taste,
Like a soul gets attraction for wisdom,
Sweetness of wisdom gives satisfaction,
These cakes are nice in spiritual festival.
Children urge for such sweets to mother,
Like we all souls urge God to give nectar,
Great wisdom in green-gram cakes we get,
So much of sweetness reminds us God ever.
Colour of wisdom we feel, we feel sweetness,
Golden yellow colour motivates for learning,
Pure food deeply impacts mind and body,
Sweetness of purity nourishes personality.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,13 October 2017. All rights reserved.
Yummy! youmy! I love sweets. I love your poems. The beauty you have expressed with greater responsibility is adorable.
Taste! ! Tiny cakes! Paste of a culture; Musing along with your food. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Wow......they look yummy.....! Just as these fried pieces absorb sweetness when dipped in sugar syrup, we too absorb wisdom from God and are turned into delectable sweetmeats for the world to relish! Beautiful thoughts Kumaramani Sir!
I think this is cooked all over the sub-continent, I like it too. The way you switch overed to to the words of wisdom is amazing Colour of wisdom we feel, we feel sweetness, Golden yellow colour motivates for learning, Pure food deeply impacts mind and body, Sweetness of purity nourishes personality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a sweet poem, Kumarmani....This is well-penned worthy of 10++++