Red or green, thin or fat,                                                             ­     
Fiery and hot, green and spicy,
You are highly inflammable and pungent
Indispensable, inevitable, around the world
people call you ‘chilly pepper’
When you put their mouths on fire
But paradoxically you mean ‘cold’
when you are really ‘hot’
Burning to every tongue, terrifying to think of,
Ineffable, incredible,
In spicy cuisines anywhere in the world
Burns but delights anyone’s heart and soul
who loves to be tangy and wildly in love with you
Flaming them persistently with your presence
Today when I spotted you being sprouted in my garden
Balmed by rain and nurtured by sunshine
I felt zesty amidst heavy shower in my courtyard
With joy over a long wait of your birth
Ever since I sowed you in my garden ***
To see you born, to be a unique flavor and taste
Not just for my cuisines in the kitchen
But forever and forever
To be the spicy seasoning of my life…….