Nostalgic Bites
A Tasty Tribute to Childhood Delights
In a small open kitchen, memories brew,
With flour, eggs, and love so true.
Mother's hands, a symphony of care,
Creating paratha rolls, a snack so rare.
Each layer of dough, a canvas of delight,
Folded with accuracy, a culinary sight.
The sizzle on the hot plate, a familiar sound,
As aromas of home spread all around.
Egg omlette meets the golden dough,
A marriage of flavors, a memory to bestow.
With each bite, a rush of childhood glee,
A simple pleasure, a cherished decree.
Tea in hand, its warmth a gentle embrace,
As rain falls outside, a peaceful space.
The kitchen alive with laughter and chatter,
A haven of love, where memories scatter.
Though mother may be afar in miles,
Her love, her touch, forever beguiles.
In every paratha's flaky fold,
Her essence, her love, never grows old.
So, here's to the snack of yesteryears,
To childhood joys, to happy tears.
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Ameer Bibi
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Comments (10)
Your poem evoked beautiful and golden days, in my heart, when all siblings sit together in kitchen and waited for their plate.
I relive my childhood here ,beautiful imagination.
I can feel the joy you had. Awesome 😎
Beautiful imagery!
very lovely poem
I would love to sit down with you and have a taste of this memory; newly subscribed to your creations!
You're unstoppable! Your drive and determination are paving the way for success
A lovely, evocative poem. I can almost taste the parathas!
Wow, your story is full of emotions that made me think about my childhood. stay blessed.
This was a beautiful memory in rhymes! ❤️