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Smell of Biriyani
My nostrils opened,
As I walked through a Chennai lane,
My favourite smell,
Captured me slowly,
My memory was fasting,
My mind was gasping,
I went and grabbed,
My mouth shed saliva,
Tasty and spicy,
Hot and humid,
But never bothered to enjoy,
Sticky pieces,
Stuck in my throat,
Bones and thorns,
Found their way out,
The finish eased me out,
Drew away from the empty plate,
Enough to say goodbye,
Biriyani is still my way.
- Franklyn
As I walked through a Chennai lane,
My favourite smell,
Captured me slowly,
My memory was fasting,
My mind was gasping,
I went and grabbed,
My mouth shed saliva,
Tasty and spicy,
Hot and humid,
But never bothered to enjoy,
Sticky pieces,
Stuck in my throat,
Bones and thorns,
Found their way out,
The finish eased me out,
Drew away from the empty plate,
Enough to say goodbye,
Biriyani is still my way.
- Franklyn
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