As part of our journey, Grace and I write (at least) one poem a day. I'd like to share a poem I wrote about the poori, my most favorite deep fried breakfast item. A poori is a round golden puff of dough both crispy and chewy to be eaten with a vegetable accompaniment. In addition to commemorating the poori, this poem also integrates some of the teachings I have received on putting others before oneself as an important part of the path to happiness.
You are my guruji, pooriji
The way you puff so fluffily
And let me eat you so selflessly
Thinking less of yourself and more of me
You are my guruji, pooriji
The way you puff so fluffily
And let me eat you so selflessly
Thinking less of yourself and more of me
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