Spice Box
Spice Box
Colorful pungent grounded powder with the demeanor bold
Round, lidded stainless steel container includes seven bowls
Each with their own flavor, secrets of generations it beholds
“What are those secrets?” she asked.
I quickly uttered without any hesitation
I begin with no quiver in my voice
The young newly wed bride pinches carefully enough to please her better half
The saga of romance mixed with the powder
The measure, a pinch less for some dish and more for some other
Prized heirloom in many households
Secrets of generations it beholds
The pot is perfectly hot enough
For all the ground spices to go in and give a sudden rush.
In a faraway land away from his home, somewhere
Beloved son thinks about his doting mother with every stir
The spices are blended giving a support to the raw veggies
To him, they act like a mother’s hand
Telling him that his research paper will get recognition and no worries
As the spice sizzles, get sorted life’s many puzzles
The mustard seeds pop, the cumin touches the oil
The hardworking farmers in the field stay removed from the toil
Evokes nostalgia, many stories unfold
Secrets of generations it beholds
They say every spice has their own history
The plant it comes from, the hill it resides
Yet many emotions it connects which remains a mystery
The grandmother shares the secret element
The elixir to soothe her granddaughter’s predicament
Even in the times of hot and in the times when it very cold
Secrets of generations it beholds.