Memory fritters

 

‘Why do you seek pumpkin flowers?’

My friend asked, wondering why

‘Fritters…is that it?’

He wouldn’t understand, so I nodded - a terse reply

‘They make zucchini fritters here,

Can those not suffice?’

Any replacement works when you are removed,

Survival, existence – the way of the wise

 

Deep inside, you know

It’s neither taste of fritter or flower;

Rather, the flavour of memories

Of childhood days, long ago and very far

 

Nothing left to reap and sow,

A poor man’s food makes a rich man now….

 

28^th December, 2022