The Place I Love To Be In

Its my kitchen,
I love to be in.
The fragrances imbibed
deep into my soul.

Its the smell of
freshly baked bread,
coffee beans ground
and simmering tea.

Its the sight of
curd in Indian earthen pot,
round chapatis on flame
and milk coming to a boil.

Its the taste of
sour mango pickles,
the festive desserts
and real hot curries.

Its the feel of
mom's hands in cinnamon and cumin
which make my kitchen,
the place I love to be in.