Taste
Salted beans
Swirling in the green
Liquid, like submerged elephant-gods
I dip my finger
Into the verdant concoction
Parting the colliding
Waters, like a modern Moses
A delicate softness
Steamy yet sublime
Wet yet velvety
I lick my finger
A twang of lime
A breath of garlic
A whisper of coriander
Sorted tastes
Each in its well-defined
Corner, combining to form
Culinary confabulation
Swirling in the green
Liquid, like submerged elephant-gods
I dip my finger
Into the verdant concoction
Parting the colliding
Waters, like a modern Moses
A delicate softness
Steamy yet sublime
Wet yet velvety
I lick my finger
A twang of lime
A breath of garlic
A whisper of coriander
Sorted tastes
Each in its well-defined
Corner, combining to form
Culinary confabulation
Labels: poetry
Selected by Anil |
22:03 |
2 Comments:
This one's a food-lover's delight.
A breath of garlic - A whisper of coriander -
Although, the verdant concoction brought some nasty images to mind.
Truly tantalizing!
Liked everything about this except the end, which just does not do it justice.
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