A sweltering sultry afternoon, chimed the bells aloud,
Pulling his cart by the roadside, he stopped to see the
cloud.
Raising his voice through his voice box he screamed,
Kulfi le lo, Kulfi le lo malai wali aur cream.
Children, adults and old together,
Enthusiastic look they all threw at him alike.
The curious kid me also came out running,
To watch the old man churn out magic out of nothing.
Around the cart gathered the crowd,
Curiosity of mine grew beyond the shrouds.
Making my way, pushing through the rush,
Before my enthusiasm could be reduced to a mush.
Watching the old man work his hands,
Artistically unmoulding the frozen dessert in the cans.
As the sweet aroma spread into the air,
Awaiting my turn seemed a task hard to bear.
Finally arrived my long awaited chance,
A morsel in my mouth and I was lost in trance.
As the cream, almonds and pistachios worked its magic
together,
The cool dessert made me forget the hot weather.
The rich flavour flooded the buds of taste,
As I slurped on the kulfi without a drop to waste.
Kulfi dear kulfi you brought joy and delight,
A twinkle in the eye and a smile so light.
Times have rolled by, things have changed.
Little children grew up, only memories remain.
As I feast on the kulfi every single time now,
The flavours and excitement still makes me say wow.
Something’s in life just stay the same,
Nostalgic moments calling out the name.
Having experienced life through a range,
I sure know my love affair with the kulfi will never
change.
-Nimisha
This poem is dedicated to the only dessert which can lift my spirits and bring back the smile on my face.....
