Morning Shines

Sh...sh...sh....,

The best sound to wake you up,

It tells me,

The dosa is free,

I shut my dreams,

Because there is better feast,

The plate came hot,

With the chutney on top,

The papad was crushed,

And I did not rush,

Tea is still in it freshness,

Waiting to bring up the essence,

Vada in its warm,

Doesn't do any harm,

Ready said my tummy,

With a lot of hurry,

A few minutes is what took,

For the plate to get back its look,

Because my mom was the cook!