Tuesday, August 2, 2016


As a young child,
Temper had a specific meaning
One that I didn't appreciate
And was frightened of
I grew older
And in the kitchen
Cooking dal and sabji
Shed a different light on
Now as I reel from
Broken promises I made to myself
And broke myself
I'm tempering my eagerness
And like my childhood
I don't know of I like it too much
But like in my cooking
It might add value to my days.

We'll see. 


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