Saturday, April 16, 2011

Poem 135 - As I Entered The Kitchen


An aroma goes through my nostrils, as I open the kitchen door
Spicy and sweet items being cooked, at least cooking is not at all a bore
My mother in her apron cooking, I did, that was when I first did cook
My mother tells me what to do, as I take another apron off the hook

A beautiful new dish is invented, it looks like a beautiful design
If I owned a restaurant, I am very sure I would never resign
I felt like I was dreaming a dream, was my cooking really true?
If I own a restaurant I will invent a dish, that is tasty and new
-Gaurang Rao


9 comments:

  1. This one is quite nice for I smell the great cuisine that is being freshly prepared of spices and aromas of the cooking being done and lovely food created by love.

    Nice job.

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  2. This is very nice, live the culinary dream!

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  3. Nice connections, nice dreams... all possible if only we aim with the design in mind.

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  4. I love this the comfort of soulful cooking that awakens all the senses! I love this culinary dream~

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  5. Nice, well written verse. Though the first time i cooked something (i made tea), it turned out to be disaster. Good that the experience was good for you.

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  6. Gaurang, Ilove your spirit. This is a nice poem and if you continue writing you will be the best gift to the world. :)

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