In the mysterious milk I added my patience and the sea salt.
And you curdled to show you without any fault.
Without any ado I washed you in wooden screen.
And pressed the liquid out to set the vegetable protein.
You were exquisite white dipped in the cool water.
To every eye you are a serene vista, a perfect sight.
With my teeth as sharp as dagger & my heart as soft as Tofu.
Please let me taste this textured product, I plead with you, my Guru.
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I would like to translate this poem
Sensational Poem the root is like that Matha Pita Guru Daivam.....we starts these steps...