As I seek happiness in my kitchen

A half written poem died in my mind
as i saw a dead body with its cottoned nose
Everything i saw sulk,
the vegetables silently,
the rickshaw pullers so sleepy
the grocery shops so empty and calm
and me with no expression about anything

I seek happiness in my Kitchen
among the leaves of corriander
among the pea nuts and peas
at the bottom of utensils
underneath the Gas Cylinder
opening up layers and layers of Onion

Oh! it is here floating over the pork curry
with its brimming fat..

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