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He has left againfor a land unknown.
The keys handed back
came along with
a number of things he was using.
To be given away to somebody
who might need them.
The bounty comprised of
worn out
curtains, carpets, bed sheets
and some furniture.
But the most striking feature was
a collection of sauces-
Asia Sauce, Asia Hot Chilly Sauce,
Simply Hot,
Maggie Hot and Sweet Chilly Sauce,
Mother's Hand, Heinz, many more.
Not one each, but many
of the same kind.
Some just opened,
Some opened and consumed...
a little left in jar,
Some sealed and expired,
Some yet to be opened and consumed.
In an alien land
Flavors are lost.
It seems Sauces
are the only things
which remind one
of own country's flavor.
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Yes, those are the exact words for sauces. They are the heroes that makes any dish taste scrumptious.
ReplyDeleteA different kind of poem , well potrays the feeling when someone lefts for a long time.
ReplyDeleteLovely and unusual.
ReplyDeleteI never looked at sauces this way, but you have an interesting perspective, in a way, they do remind us of our native flavours.
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