I’m a  samosa…
Outside m crispier………
Deep fried……
Beautiful for a chef’s eyes……..
But inside m stuffed………..
With lots of veggies………
Sauces…….
Indian cheese…….
Potato,peas………….
Green chilies………
M a samosa…….
Yes; I have a potato heart.,
Mashed, become tender,,………..
Juicy with blood and sorrows,………..
Indian cheese so called paneer,
My feeling….who has……..
….Been seperated from its.,
Initial base….,..
Wat left is so called
“Made feelings”….,,,
The original is left out……
Green peas ……..that are my ,
Desires””…weird taste,,,,
Not that good,,,,,
A weird desire……..
Green chilies giving,
Little agressiveness…
No one can taste easily,
No one can read my eyes…””””\
…also garnished with sauce
Fake one..,
Pretendence………..
Not real just put to..
…give taste………
& it feels good to others,,,,,…….
M a samosa………………
Garnished with…….,,,,,,
Coriander “” that is.
For the sake of others””
So that I look good..
To them………
They order me to eat……….
But see they don’t bother about me
Sue u world!!!!!!!
I am going in their mouth
Through oesophagus
In their dustbin stomach….
I have reached my demise
I am finished….!!!!!!!!
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