Beloved (What is it !?)
Going over the low flame
As the gentle rousing smell wafts
My sorrow drifts away
And evokes sweet memories every day
Tossed with mustard
Garnished with curry leaves
Add sugar to it
My sweet Kesari!
Soft and comforting
Right from my mom's warm hearth
Beloved UPMA, you are truly mine!
This poem is dedicated to Upma-lovers around the world (including me!)
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