A Poem by Rebecca George

My 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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Added on July 5, 2020
Last Updated on July 6, 2020
Tags: To all biriyani lovers


Rebecca George
Rebecca George

Kozhencherry, Kerala, India

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