BiriyaniA Poem by Rebecca GeorgeMy love for biriyani took me to different places.the places where I enjoyed eating it Maybe it's time for me to write a poetry for it
Biriyani,the name itself
Speak all layman's first love and his emotions Where there was a single person Who never tasted it? The king of all meals , Prestigious tradition of mughals worshipped The grandeur of feast The long distant fragrance attracts Every crowd in that place it was token of love and celebration My love for biriyani Changed the cravings destiny The slow flame ,the meat cooking Boiling of the basamati in water Getting all the fresh vegetables , It taught me about patience although people love Cooking it at the same time Biriyani was a family meal The aroma carried us to the feast of Mughals,where the king was next to me Accompanied with raitha and sweet As an accomplishment for every individual The first taste opens gates of heaven Where highest Nirvana is attained But wherever you go, your love For biriyani never get lost Be it anywhere,any different place, different biriyani The unity of common man's craving wins at last But the happiness of consuming reminds Me of our home
© 2020 Rebecca George |
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