At times you want
To escape
Yourself,

You think
May be
Switching on the
TV set will work.

But it doesn’t,
So I head
For the kitchen
And bake a fresh loaf of bread,
A new recipe from my kitchen shelf.

It takes me
Out of myself.
Cooking I find always helps
It uplifts my mood,
And ah, the aroma of fresh food.

It whets my appetite,
And I get some respite
From the chaos
In my mind.

Mamta Agarwal

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