Rajeswari A V - My Kitchen

I learned how to sweep my kitchen
As a mother cleans her new born

I learned how to wipe the cups with care
And to place them in the right order

I learned how to hold the giggling glasses
With no shiver in my tiny hands.

I learned how to move my sharp knife
To carve cute figures out of vegetables

I learned how to use salt and spices
To yield yummy dishes with flavour.

I learned how to squeeze the untamed flour
To form small spheres, and to roll them down

I learned how to make these circles edible
On a heated magic pan with my spatula-wand.

I learned how to boil milk and water
Half a cup each, with tea leaves and sugar
To make my strong, hot tea
Which I love to have before sunset

I know I learned very little
And a long way ahead to explore.

Yet, I learned how to cook with love
And to feel the soul of my kitchen

Rajeswari A V

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