The cooking class

The cooking class

A Poem by poddar kushal


The cooking class
She tells you
           That kitchen is a place
                               Alike a writing desk.
The worm foods are poetry that a chef creates.
She tells you to mix
Ingredients in a bowl of
                            Lovely porcelain
White as the stillness of her pearls.
She shows you how to mix.
You have yawned after the 1st class!
She overlooks prodigal’s flickers.
She shows you to warm the pot
                   To pour a slab of butter
                           To fry the vegetables
No, no. Just a bit of red
She showed you.
Back at the house
You have tried
And tried
 The closest of the imitation
Only to find a placid taste.
She has not told you
The key ingredient:
A bit of whipped love.

© 2008 poddar kushal

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I can't cook at all, but this piece makes me want too
love it
nice work
thank you for entering my contest

Posted 14 Years Ago

I love this, being an avid cook, I could picture that class. Wonderfully penned. Great job.

Posted 14 Years Ago

You made me hungry.

Posted 14 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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Added on February 5, 2008


poddar kushal
poddar kushal

kolkata, India, India

life and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..


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