Friend-dish - Poem

 

Maybe we start with a fight

Like a pan with oil

With mustards bursting

With Spices extra for taste

Like our gossips

Then we just stir and fry

Like our conversation

Like vegetables

We add our compliments

Egos and water are the same

Just evaporated after this

Maybe I smell

Goodness as odour 

Maybe onions made us cry

And bottle gourd for yuck 

Maybe for bittersweet truths

We all became a friends

Like a dish of unknown vegetable