Eating Golgappa's is the stamp of our tounges
The only addiction that do not effect our lungs
"More & More!" screaming loud
Counting the pieces is not allowed
Some can even hold it in twain
Breakup or low marks, it heals all the pain
That amalgamation of spicy masala and water
Where people of no rememberance do even chatter
Praising the vendor is never a hard deal
His account of our visits must carry on the wheel
On days, weather wets our wish
Not a single prog is for what we pish
Lubricating our tounge, The perfect taste to teach
Licking the water at lip boundaries as in relising at the shore of a beach
Atta and Sooji, two siblings of this familia fulfilling duties of ancestral tradition
Tamarind, Potatoes, Onion's & chilli's sacrificing themselves for this mission
Those five minutes of flavoured mirth
Tells that happiness stays inside since birth
It doesn't matter for it, what's must
It will never hurt your mood and trust
People change for our phases of time
Golgappa's and life do not need always need a rhyme
This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Indianess'


  • Loved the write up, just perfect👌

    Komal Gurung
  • You’ve gotten hold of the most Indian dish and, you have served it in the most authentic way! Kudos.

    Pragya S
  • Such an enjoyable read, loved it!

    Priyanka Basumatary

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