Why do you cry when you see me?
I am here, an empty canvas
to soak in the sunshine of sambar
the green fire of chutney
the passionate shades of mutton curry
Yet you say i am
Boring.
You cry - Idly Again
I am NEVER idly again
You cannot dip my tip
and hope to taste paradise.
I am born for dunking
Nothing and therefore everything
you just need to know
how to paint with me
I an always and only
Idly Anew
I am nothing
and therefore everything
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