Me and myself Surrounded by the kitchen shelves Full of spices, groceries Cutlery and utensils My kitchen is a small place of few square feet But that is immense since the quarantine I cook, I chop, I clean With music in my ears I take a leap I dance to the tunes I like Mixing the curry sometimes to the left and to the right It simmers on the flame Until it gets the taste right In my kitchen I think, I create It gives me time to Slow down and contemplate My mistakes and retakes In the end I come out happy With a smile on my face And serve food To the Family As all that what matters and stays Here's a collab prompt for NaPoWriMo today in case the usual prompt seemed difficult. Write a poem set #inthekitchen. #NaPoWriMo #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
