Seived flour,
mixed with sweet;
tarnished with coconut;
and wrapped in a leaf,
burnt in fire,
to have as a snack.
Served by mom
with love in a plate.
I ate it with tea,
And I know its valsan.
Reshma L R✍️For more insights 🧐"mynewblogspotrk.blogspot.com" & Poetry collections : "Unstrung Notes", "Elysian Florets", "Wonder Meal", "Ormakal"
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