Corn On The Cob

CORN ON THE COB

The cobs sizzled on coal
The aroma hung in the air
Feet stopped on their own
And hands stuck out to demand a pair

Golden cobs bewitched the mind
It was transported to faraway childhood
The fields where corn plants swayed gracefully
We made moustaches of skeins- golden and fluffy

Even then the baked cobs tickled our taste buds
Happily hopping or sitting huddled beside the hearth
The sweet munching became all the more divine
When accompanied by salt with a touch of lime!

The vendor nudged me and I came out of reverie
The cob was ready; I thanked and paid him
I looked at my company- very hip and hop
They looked amusedly and continued to guzzle the coke

I savored the aroma and began to munch
To hell with the niceties; it was the perfect brunch
The cola drinking, pizza-eating mob will never understand
The joys of having corn on cobs or sugarcane juice or tender coconuts

~Jayanti Sinha~

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