My Blue Cheese Is
The blue cheese is too smelly which I do not like
The white cheese with the orange stripes and dots
From my mom’s kitchen gets into the psyche
With the Darjeeling tea and toast it cozily prods
Towards the hectic activities of the golden day
With the prawn curry and rice, a lunch with purple glee
The evenings come with the brown shadows on the tray
That you hold while your look floats on the cups of coffee
The sweet and sour soup with a dash of green chilli
Blended with the aroma of your flute like fingers
The kebabs of grilled crab with pomegranate jelly
In the dreams most nights the aroma of dinner lingers
January 18, 2018
For My Blue Cheese is - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2018
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