You were just the battar in the bowl,
Untill a ladle picked you whole,
And poured on a pan that was on coal,
Where being a good dosa was your goal !

Aaha! You started enjoying the heat,
Now being affectionate to the pan just after meet,
Your relation was about be concrete,
But a spatula from nowhere came and took your seat !

Unforgiving the spatula you began to curse,
Yelling and yelling your voice became...