Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Poem 137 - Bakery


An excellent smell made it's way through the air
I ordered for bread, and sat on a chair
The bread was for my breakfast, it would be on my plate
I got home, and the fresh crunchy, crisp bread I ate

I Imagined the dough being knead
To form some excellent bread
Through my mouth the bread's taste did melt
I cleansed the plate, and on the floor to pick up bread crumbs, I knelt
-Gaurang Rao

11 comments:

  1. Hope you left me some of the bread

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  2. Never underestimate the power of fresh bread! Lovely use of the words; now I'm hungry!

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  3. You can't beat good bread. Try making your own - I do, and have got quite good at it.

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  4. I AM a sucker for really good bread. this piece made my mouth water and my tummy growl.

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  5. Nice use of prompt words :) and nice use of bread too:)

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  6. Yuuuuuummmm!
    And I would live close to a bakery, too!

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  7. We seldom think about the love that's required to prepare a good meal. You captured that gratitude very well!

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  8. Nice poems...but do write regularly..as i was used 2 reading a new poem every morning...and oh! DO write more about that wonderful sister of yours!

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  9. I agree with R. Burnett Baker. My wife makes bread from scratch and I know only too well how much work she has to put in. I think that's why it tastes & smells so good...it's made from love.

    Well done, as usual Gaurang!

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  10. Hello Gaurang,

    Your poems always pleased my soul.... i really can't believe that you're so young yet very talented... keep graces coming and always stay humble...Happy Easter!!!^^

    ~Kelvin

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