Kitchen Of Abundance Comments

Your poem so beautifully mixes the aroma of mouth watering Indian dishes with love and care of mothers and wives and it leaves an everlasting impression on the readers.

This poem is a wonderful fusion of all sensory perceptions, Of course, the sense smell is intense as it can wake up many molecules of memories. Nose is your witness Madathil. Beautiful poem

I could literally smell the aroma of dosas from your lines Enjoyed the word flow and your style of presentation. Thank you

The aroma permeating your neighbourhood that you inhale seems to be spilling out of your poem! It is so natural that certain smells incite certain memories! The smell of cooking is so intrinsically connected with thoughts about home fare cooked by a loving mother! Lovely poem!

Oh Dosa! What a dish, my favorite dish. Last year I was in Saudi Arabia, a few friends took me to a food street at Jeddah. They asked that what I would like to eat. I saw a South Indian restaurant and said Dosa. Since that night they started calling me Hazrat Dosa Alaihussalam. Your poem is delicious like dosa.............10

Asafoetida boiling in samber mix and watching of child give nice humour to this poem. Wonderful composition.

One often fail to appreciate the role that a woman plays as a mother and a wife. Lovely write.

there is some understanding of people also in the poem with the aroma of a beautiful kitchen....good poem