Born from a mash
Of the yellow potato stash,
The beefy hands
That made the blend
With cilantro and spices
Making up delish amends,
Without the ginger garlic and green chilli
I would feel silly,
Few prefer me with a hunch
And add an onion for the crunch,
Moulded into rounds
Gluttonous eyes knew no bounds,
Coating me in gram flour
And soda for a fluffy texture
That went on…
To become a permanent fixture,
The range is set
For a crisp golden brown fry
Ravenous eyes on the pry,
Shielded in a soft round bun
Served with a tangy chutney
For all-around fun.
Copyright – Sameer S Nilatkar
