Where Spice Meets The Soul
The kitchen has always been more than a space to cook. It's a space where flavours and aromas stir up memories, love, and laughter. My poem is a tribute to this magical space that blends love with spice. "For your every dish is a poem," said my father to my mother. The kitchen is my domain. Queen of all I survey— Pots and pans, Spoons and knives, Jars of spices in proud array. Turmeric, Chili, Cumin and Teel Flavouring every dish at every meal. Each a different, vibrant hue, With hidden powers, Meant to comfort and heal. The sizzle of onions, the clatter of spoons A pinch of salt, a dash of pepper— A beautiful harmony On a warm sunny afternoon. Chop and blend. Bake or fry - There’s an ounce of love In every pastry and pie. It’s here where soups simmer And pots bubble, And spice meets the soul— That the heart is happy and whole. This post is part of the Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025 Image cre...