A routine to some, an occasion to a few…
During night to some, during day to a few…
A relief to some, a release to a few…
Medicine to some, pain to a few…
Sold in bottles to some, stored in books for a few…
End of day to some, end of life to a few…
“Sleep to dream” to some, “Sleep, a dream” to a few…
Filed under Poetry, Project 365
When time's hard, Chips are down,
And Life, like old curd, seems sour,
There's nothing better to sweeten it up,
Than some hot spicy Idli Vada Sambar.
- Anonymous
(because I know the poem sucks) :P
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