Fried brinjal rolled in flatbread <br />Her magic recipe of love homemade <br />What treasure they hold what charm unlocks <br />When sharp at two opens up lunchbox! <br /> <br />A sweet candy from the finest cheese <br />Made from cow milk a salivary bliss <br />I feel helpless and little can do <br />My belly when growls sharp at two! <br /> <br />I feel entranced in that magic hour <br />When smell green peas and cauliflower <br />She makes them fine rich butter spread <br />The toasted breads her love homemade! <br /> <br />She knows my bowel not makes it rich <br />Fine cut cucumber in soft sandwich <br />In all them I find her special brew <br />Of love homemade to be opened at two! <br /> <br />Though it’s never that I made her known <br />How sweetly relish her love homegrown <br />But when I open lunchbox at two <br />Wonder without her what I would do!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homemade-2/
