Punch me, roll me, throw me up
Stuff me in a pan or shove me in a cup
Put some oil and massage me well
Till am all arouse with my swell
If you tired, put a cloth on me
Don't leave me naked for others to see
Come back soon and satisfy my needs
Others are waiting for their feeds
Oh Yes!!...punch me! punch me again
Pull me apart
Do it from the start
Roll me smooth
Make me feel good
Now you've ignited the flame
Put me up, so I can play my game
Toss me over and grease in the same
Oil me, flavour me
Now let me cool, get off me
Dress me up for others to see
While you let them drool to taste me...



















Yours sincerely,
Roti, Paratha, Naan
(Indian flat breads)


©sim

Walking on the shores
With my bestie paws
Together we walk
While stopping to talk
Both our shadows meet
As we take time to greet
The sunset at the beach
My bestie at my reach
So cute and loyal
My best friend walks like a royal
A dog you can say
But he's my happiness all the way...


©sim

This phase
Is like a blank page
No ruled lines
No ink signs
Just torn on the edges
This book has few pages
Seems like a gem of ages
Bathe in dirt and dust
The bind crimbed with rust
I have to see, its a must
This phase
Life is a blank page
No lines no inks
A little torn on the edge
Few chapters
But is no gem
The pages are soggy
Covered in dust and rust
No need to read
It's not a must...

©sim