CURRY WOMAN
The sweat flows down her face
Down to her back and further,
Kissing her waist beads in the most fashionable manner ever,
But that doesn't budge her
Not even the tiniest bit.
The smoke goes deep into her eyes
Each time, all she does is rub
On and on, the tears flow
But that doesn't crease the smile
From her ever glowing face.
She turns the stick vigorously
A pinch of salt, a little more seasoning.
To give a mouth watering aroma
And the most appetizing feast
Her measurements never go wrong.
She dices, she slices
Her hands in the fastest movement ever
And at night, she slumps with a terrible back ache
But still, that doesn't stop her from working her magic
Of breeding love...
of sharing love...
© Ink_in_disguise
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3am Thoughts
PoetryJust like the seas It is deep; extending far down from what you see at the surface. It is calm; With silent whispers it speaks to you. It is raging; An uncontrolled anger that could bring you down. It is our 3am thoughts.
