Queen Of Food

The rolling pin tattooed her fingerprints

Chapatis depicted how soft she was

Yet she knew to be a hot pan when needed

Things uncertainty came to her like fenugreek

But she succeeded in turning them into jaggery

Angry things used to occur in her life like chilly

Although she was the freezer's ice

Depression were a part like broken papad

She used to fight back like dosa batter

She had all emotions stored like a spice box

But was always a cooker of happiness

For her children, she was always a gulab jamun

For her husband, she was honey in the milk

For her family, she was flame of the stove

Everyday she was resilient like ghee

She is mother, the queen of food...!