Pitha
smell from the grandma's kitchenette
that fills the whole abode
my little heart and my hungry tummy too
Pithas or Rice-cakes
this are native legacies
wrapped with fondness
served on english platter with elate
Roadside stalls
Buzz with traffic's cadences
Benches lined up with the critters
Along the whirls of leaves and the roars of branches
'The tea tumblers cuddles the pithas'!!
Shahnaz Islam 18
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Shahnaz Islam 18
KharKhar Khar! or An alkaline extract! my mouth drools o! momma everytime I think of the dish whether it is the beloved amitar khar (i know as papaya khar), tiyohor khar (i know as cucumber khar), khar dal (i know as khar with lentils), not to quit sometimes with dry fishes or meats dish itself is the contentment when served i call it as 'quintessence of Assamese Cuisine' elixir from the ashes of burnt dried banana peels hey when imbued the khar dish with platter of steamed rice portraits the way of a yarn- 'the viridescent melody muffled the white snow mountain dance in folk tales' o! momma khar with some rice  |
PithaPitha smell from the grandma's kitchenette that fills the whole abode my little heart and my hungry tummy too Pithas or Rice-cakes this are native legacies wrapped with fondness served on english platter with elate Roadside stalls Buzz with traffic's cadences Benches lined up with the critters Along the whirls of leaves and the roars of branches 'The tea tumblers cuddles the pithas'!! |