in a brown paper square
with soft white idles
round, in the centre
Red podi with gingelly oil
grainy by the edge
my recess.
My father stirs his love
vigorously, every morning
waking me up by clinking the tea spoon
round and round in a tall cup
to announce to the world
it has dawned
my daughter has to go to school
her tea is ready
she is ready
world... are you ready?
my school mornings are
my mother's idlies and my fathers tea
sending me out to face the world
fortified
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