In response to daily post’s one-word prompt : Spike
I bought a piece of flank steak a few days ago. I wondered how will I cook it, will I bake it, fry it, or simply boil it. None of these methods sounded right to cook this piece of meat, then thanks to my active mind I came up with a solution I liked but what about my readers will they approve?
I picked up the flank steak
I decided it’ll be fine to make
Sheesh Kebab I said out loud
This made me so good and proud
I started cutting square sized pieces
Soaked them in lemon and spices
Let them marinade for few hours
Gave them time to consolidate their powers
To make them immersed in a spicy meat sauce
It was then time to skewer them meats and sauce
On our small revolving grill
Which did its job it was a thrill
To watch the Spiked skewers
Cooking kebabs for us lovers
Who went berserk waiting
We couldn’t wait to be eating
Those delicious grilled Kebabs
Intended for the Bengali Sahibs!
Tagore understood how our mind thinks and feels.
His lyrics explain how we feel when,
we leave our beloved town, city or country.
This song is based on our feelings.
You ask your mind this question :
Do you know who you left behind ?
This is why you didn’t
get peace all your life.
You have forgotten
the path you took to leave,
How will you return
to the place you left?
You listen to the sound
of the river. Your heart trembles
when you hear the rustling of leaves
You feel you will find the path
If you can understand
the language of flowers.
The path that leads to the
evening star, oh my mind!