Dosai னாலே மனம் அஞ்சுது கெஞ்சுது மனம்

Here's an Ode
on
Masala Dosa -
(Walt Whitman Style)
O Masala Dosa,
thou crispy delight,
Thy taste, a symphony of flavors unite.
Born in South India's land of spices,
A culinary marvel that entices.
From humble origins, thou didst rise,
A gift to taste buds, a grand surprise.
With rice and lentils, thou art made,
A batter fermented, in tradition laid.
Thou cometh forth upon the griddle's heat,
A golden treasure,
a feast to greet.
Thy surface
thin and lacy fair,
Conceals within
thy filling rare.
Spiced potatoes, a savory treat,
Enwrapped in thy crepe-like sheet.
A marriage of divine spice and starch,
Awakens senses with every march.
Thy tangy chutneys, a perfect pair,
Coconut, tamarind, a flavoursome affair.
And sambar's embrace, a warming potion,
Completes the feast with utmost devotion.
Thou art
a tale of culinary art,
A history etched with love from the start.
From humble street food to tables grand,
Thy popularity spreads across the land.
In bustling cities
and
towns afar,
Thou art a favorite, a shining star.
In diners and restaurants, thou dost reign,
A dish beloved, that will never wane.
O Masala Dosa, thou art divine,
A culinary masterpiece, so fine.
With every bite, a journey I roam,
In thy taste, I find my home.

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