Tikta

In a world of flavours, both bitter and sweet,

There lies a tale, a story to complete.

Of Tikta, the challenge that love does meet,

A journey of taste, where memories entreat.

In the heart of a kitchen, vibrant and warm,

A mother's love, a culinary form,

She wields Tikta, with skill and charm,

Creating nourishment, amidst life's storm.

Vegetables and fruits, green and fresh,

Bitter gourd and neem, an acquired mesh,

Yet in each bite, a mother's love does thresh,

Nurturing her child, with a taste so blessed.

Plastic wrappers and papers, colours anew,

A contest beckons, memories to pursue,

Of love and bitterness, a unique brew,

Shared with mothers, the bond is so true.

From our childhood days, we recall with delight,

Running from Tikta, in playful flight,

But in each morsel, a mother's insight,

Nurturing our bodies, with love's pure light.

Through hate and love, a tale to spin,

Embracing the bitter, letting the sweetness begin,

For in Tikta's essence, a story akin,

A taste of life's flavours, both outer and within.

So gather your thoughts, and let them flow,

In words and verses, let your memories grow,

Capture the essence, let your emotions show,

In "Tikta Tales," let your story's beauty glow.

For in bitter moments, love's essence thrives,

A taste of life, where bitterness derives,

Celebrate the bond, where love survives,

In the Tikta tales, where our heart connives.