They are mine alone
Like the rice I like to have
Softened and destarched
With the runny lentil soup
And a dry curry crisp
A dollop of curd
To finish with
Topped with sugar or jaggery
As the season may be
A happy stomach helps win
Just for the time being
Until
Arrives another war
Dramatic but spartan
Rotis fluffy and steaming hot
Vegetables slippery in gravy
Spicy, tangy but not too chillicious
Remember wars are won
With warmth and not arms
The victory of course with dessert
Till another chess board is set
With another ritual served
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