Wish- Dish Poem by gnrao rao

My mom use to prepare
a dish, so delicious,
so tasty, even when I
think of it
My mouth waters.
she taught that
to my wife,
but she also does
well
But the taste of the
dish is not the same
as that of my mother's.
I told my wife
not to feel sorry
and I asked my mummy
to prepare the dish,
she and I and all
tasted.
it was really unique.
The same ingredients,
the same vessels,
the same milk,
the same sugar,
the same heat and warmth,
All same,
but the dish comes out
different.
Why is it so?
It is still a mystery
for me and my wife.
I wish the dish
to be same all time,
but sometimes,
even my mother's
same dish does not
bring the same taste.