Cooked By Mom

I miss you, Mom,

Really and obviously,

I miss those varieties of food,

Be it Daal Chaaval or Chilly Chicken,

One day you cooked bhindi fry,

I said I don't want to eat,

Do you remember what you told,

Whoever eats Bhindi,

They will get good marks in Mathematics,

I can't say whether it is true or not,

Never ask me maths,

But, I like Bhindi fry now,

One day you cooked 

Be it achaar or any other food,

There is no comparison to your cooking to others,

Maa, tell me the secret,

Is it because you mix a tablespoon of love and half tablespoon of blessings in it?