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The Fish Curry

At the family reunion feast in Granny's house,
I ate with my hand, rather than beat
the knife & the fork on the ceramic plate.

I felt my mouth watering at the sight
of appetizing local items displayed on the table,
including digestive curd. I relished boiled rice

along with paste-items of boiled vegetables,
mainly the curry of hilsha fish cooked with pressed

mustard and spices. Separating tiny bones
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Thursday, July 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: culture
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