My Favourite Dish
Be what the ingredients
My favourite dish all it is
Made by my life angel
Mother she knows it all
The special seasoning
Makes all always special
I call them the best dish
No prejudice with names
Miss it these days so much
Love seems missing in life
My favourite dish by “Favourite”
All through even after life
Served with unbounded care
Surpassing all the cuisines
It’s the touch creating wonder
O' Mother thou know it all
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