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Home Food

By Jiya


Home food is always better than the rest,

 there is many more to its to make it the best ,

they highly healthy and protein rich ,

of course better than burgers and sandwiches .


Everyone is born with a purpose in life,

needed nutrients are required to thrive ,

and it all starts from the first handful of food that you eat ,

to achieve and work towards the goals you want to meet. 


The rays of the sun starts the beginning of the day,

 the chores are yet to be done otherwise to pay ,

the needed food is what you need to choose ,

a healthy or junky one is all that values .


The moment you rise off the bed ,

and have your prayer said,

step down the stairs to the kitchen that includes ,

the fitting component – healthy food .


From the first breath , the warmth of love that never undoes,

a mother's care always renews ,

soft ferments of mustard greens is completed with a touch ,

a world of love served on the plate so much. 


As a child the table is wide,

 bright fruits and salt is what makes the combo right ,

the tangy lemons, the sweetness of cake ,

each incident is a memory we long to make .


Through the youths feast , the aroma filled in the air ,

spicy curry and breads made for our care ,

the heat in the kitchen reflects the fire inside .

dreams rising like stars who themselves can't hide.


Then comes the time when you grow strong ,

mastering recipes a life long song ,

feasts with friends a joyful ride ,

the joy jumps in your inside .


But with age the flavours change ,

soft now with times exchange ,

further on the chapati is become more plain ,

yet every bite still remains the same .


At the end when hands go still , 

a final meal a complete thrill ,

the kitchen echoes soft and deep , 

were memories of home forever go to sleep .


Each home cooked food brings in lives fun,

from birth to death the journey is done ,

home food a thread that ties the way ,

a person's life day by day .


By Jiya



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Wonderful poem!!!!

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