Dosas

That ceaseless craving for dosas 

Remains wherever I go around

When water drizzled on hot tawa

And Fssssss..............,

 I hear the most awaited sound

Bhaiya, make it a little crisp and little soft, 

Dheeme tawe ki aach pe

A little more butter with sprinked gun powder 

Aur.. thoda dhaniya dalo na saath me 

Sambhar doesn't matter, 

Chutney would suffice

Keep it gadha and dare you put ice

Better, fold the dosa respectfully 

Its the sight on my plate that means the world to my eyes 

Today, things have changed.

You see, my choices are getting absurd

Dosas on the menu doesnt get attention

The fssss.....sound somehow goes unheard

Not sure how, when and what went wrong

Why are my taste buds acting weird ?

Something seemed so heavenly 

is just another dish today 

And so are many other things, people I guess,

May be they were never here to stay

So, let me relish dabeli on my way

Before this changing world drive me nuts

Bhaiya, thoda kadak ...butter maar ke 

And please put some extra masala peanuts...