THE GOLDEN JEWEL OF HINDUSTAN
On the shores of Butternut Squash,
onion and garlic, the poor and the posh,
and a monsoon of coconut milk,
white like Genghis Khan’s silk.
Chickpeas drawn in like the fire to moth,
in the ocean of vegetable broth,
tomatoes and coriander,
like blood and dream from the great Alexander.
On the shores of Indus the holy,
zucchini and curry cooking so slowly,
rice and shine, oh penny bun,
and behold Maharajah, thy stew is done.