Meenas PoemsThe don’ts
I hear daily
starts with the morning tea
with the warning right
tea is injurious to health
bread is gluten prone
milk has a lot of fat
restrict on sugar
consume less salt
do not fry or deep fry
sleep not in the afternoon
sit not long on the computer
not relax in the couch
watch not the television for hours
goes on the list with many don’ts
do’s are very small
don’ts are long and many
know not what to do
know what not to do.
Cooking the pasta in haste
with pumpkin and corn
the chef smeared spice liberally
added finely chopped chilly to taste
mixed tamarind juice to enhance the gleam
spruced it up with butter and cheese.
Decorating the pasta with parsley leaves
adorning it with lascivious little tomatoes
that appeared like corals and rubies
setting it in a flowered ethnic china plate
laid it in the elaborately arranged buffet table
along with pastries grilled potatoes and milk shake.
The pasta looked so sumptuous and elegant
very tempting, deliciously attractive and fragrant
Each one took a large share of the enticing pasta
Sat down to eat with expectations high
The host in his best attire was beaming
A spoon of it in the mouth brought a frown
as the delicacy lacked the main ingredient salt.
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