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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