Indian Curry
In a pot so warm, where spices blend,
Indian curry simmers, a love without end.
A swirl of turmeric, a dash of garam masala,
Each aroma sings a sweet ballad, a rhapsody gala.
Green chillies dance with a fiery delight,
Their essence igniting the heart with pure light.
Tender meat with spice in a velvety sauce,
In this culinary embrace, we find love’s true course.
When ladled on rice, a promise unfolds,
Each grain absorbs tales that this dish holds.
Comfort and warmth in every single bite,
A feast for the senses, a heart’s pure delight.
With every morsel, passion overflows,
In the warmth of the kitchen, the flavor just glows.
Indian curry, a symphony divine,
Binding flavors and hearts, forever entwined.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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