Peeled and washed green-gram
Grains are wet for few hours,
Then grinded in to flour paste,
Tiny balls are fried in pan of oil,
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Taste! ! Tiny cakes! Paste of a culture; Musing along with your food. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Wow......they look yummy.....! Just as these fried pieces absorb sweetness when dipped in sugar syrup, we too absorb wisdom from God and are turned into delectable sweetmeats for the world to relish! Beautiful thoughts Kumaramani Sir!
I think this is cooked all over the sub-continent, I like it too. The way you switch overed to to the words of wisdom is amazing Colour of wisdom we feel, we feel sweetness, Golden yellow colour motivates for learning, Pure food deeply impacts mind and body, Sweetness of purity nourishes personality.
Such a sweet poem, Kumarmani....This is well-penned worthy of 10++++
Yummy! youmy! I love sweets. I love your poems. The beauty you have expressed with greater responsibility is adorable.