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Jun 2020
A grand hotel,it was
With all around cheerful face
Before the master chef's entry
Entered the grief into the kitchen.
The sensible saucepan was sobbing
Upon seeing that,
her younger brother, the adamant
Frying pan was also feeling heavy.
The three supportive sisters
bowl,teapot and jug
Were shedding tears
looking at their family's despair.
The little ones spoons and forks were wailing aloud,their cousin knife
Who was strong and sharp,
Couldn't control his tears.
There came the friendly neighbours
Apron and the gloves
To wipe their tears
And trying their best to console them.
The head of the family
Old pressure cooker was with them.
Watching its family's lamentation
Continuing for ages.
The whole cooking family
Was crying their heart out
Thinking of their situation
in all these years.
The delicious food made in them,  were only to entertain the taste buds
of rich guys not to satiate
the hunger of poor children.
Shyamu
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Shyamu  22/F/Kumbakonam
(22/F/Kumbakonam)   
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