The Spice Of Life

 'Add to me those minted corianders, tinted green leaves,

Varying every herb species.

To be carried away in green cardamom dreams,

Is to float in the zest of orange spicy creams.

To fight against urges

Is to steady the cuisine and do what we must.

To bathe in the warmth of ginger drop puddles ,

Is to swim for your life in savory cuddles.

To blend myth in the caves of surprise,

Is to gather the taste that thrives in your eyes.

To climb into the mist of coriander green hills

Is to sharpen the senses with peppercorn pills.

To stoke the hungry fire of a garlic grinning mouth

Is to furnish the cuisinary essences of the south.

To find your way home on a wintery day k day ,

Is to remember those spices that lit your way!