A two-egg roadside omelet with Ghee laden paratha
Hurriedly and with little grace
Devoured with lustful impatience
A renewal feast for squabbling lovers
In that moment of consummated bliss
That roadside shack with unsteady chairs and plastic table
More majestic than a state banquet in Windsor palace
That doodh pathi tea thawing the frozen words
Once again two bodies satiated in food and lust
Maybe not quite a champagne toast
But still
A celebration of all that is human
Al-Farabi 