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A CLEAR SOUP FOR THE SOUL 🥣
𓇌𓆸𓆙ꡙꡙꡌ Rasam ꡙꡙꡌ 𓆙 𓇌𓆸A CLEAR SOUP 🥣 FOR THE SOUL As speeches spokenWhere sun has awokenEarmarked to be this feasting fest Often laden; mildly latent,Bidden in raptures of domestic caresEthereally unearthly, supernally sprightly,Seeping thro' senses to lift up it's headWhenever, wherever, unconsciously wovenAppearing from nowhere yet suddenly there -Off and through those traditional kitchens, instantly prepared and thereupon shared Subtle in aromas, full of flavors wafting in course, readily there,And for that making you wonder, but, what of that?! It’s here for stilling the moments, of my past ancestor’s primal caresTo soothe the present —of what holds up in the air —Oh ! It’s all for those digestive flares ! And of everything, so earnestly preparedIt’s a delectable so sagaciously sharedDispensing subtle nourishment off of nowhereUnquestionably, a sort of bellaire over siestas there, Speaking to me—totally—on a different gear So—elementally, calming e’ery choleric flareBetter than any verjuice, Invading thro’ lips —interminably —for many a thousand yearsTasty enough, that a good many relish, From commoners to great kings tooAnd of What my grandma incessantly announced—-For “Every ounce of this “Rasam,”(soup 🥣 )prepared, It Belongs to me as good belongs to everyone’s shareMade from a vegetable stock, with pulsed purée stirred in there,Yet more profound are those seasonings and spices,Where delish creeps in ,perhaps, fully declared With root holds to heavenly, that which I’ve hinted atUpon consumption—you may wonder 💭, What is this writhing heat, With warmth brought up in fleeting flairs For all is insufficient without that which you may now guess …Where?!Ah! Like nativity coming upon me quite instantly here …And as a miracle upon miracle begotten there…O ! Comes forth, darts 🎯 one, -hunger scared 😱 As pangs of chorus, gutted in gears, And for grumbles, whirling up to surge in waves —quite surreptitiously—out there For one of the truest happinesses so readily sparedAs a given, since aeons‘T’s been always —perennially there— Rasam … a sumptuous meal anytime , anywhere ! In the providence of - rice 🌾 🍚 it tastes so nice,bonhomously given, for many a yearsO for me to mention, what's “Rasam ,” when it’s not mixed with pure " ghee," - so crystalline clearBut, then Eschewed as to the visible as fully sharedIn all that is mixed and brought up to bearOf that feisty fair festooned in the kitchen —so earnest to own, it's owners best and neighbors pride test, Truly familial and cogently congenial, conquering it's own begotten dares-And, as for me, as 'twere and it’s always been so much more satisfying , For it’s a piece of heaven so lovingly prepared ! Yes , Rasam …Each time it’s made as a feast thrown up in the air,Simply serving and brightly clearAlongside bringing that -herbage 🍃to deck; and also with it's wholesome nature, as can be saidAlong with the greatest forms of proteins so mixed,It’s more to me than any of the rest For today that’s a prelude, what’s generated , as I offer some food to any of my guests Like a graciousness pruned right away, -right instantly, here and there,Alongside a concordance that I shall call -prayers -in verbiage, so gladly declared ! © ✍️ Madhu Goteti March 19th , 2024
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in Poets
