food most likely to be burnt- Bhavika Sachan

most of what we call a legacy is an arm

adorned in bangles with a ladle

wrestling coconut and almondette

churning in milk pushing us inwards

backwards anti-clockwise in history

i wake up to sunlit streets and dirty walls

painted red with sweet betel

hoping to love something taste funnel cakes

but to love something also means to surrender yourself to the thought

*this is overstayed sweetness

melting in my mouth *

i love my country the way we slurp garlic tea,

gulping the bitter grief slowly, painfully

sometimes not at all into mashes of aromatic cardamom and tulsi

most of what we call a legacy is

clean streets and diet drinks

way past their expiry an espresso in disposable plastic and

countless brown men eating packed lunches

most nights on metro rides

i watch youtube videos of bland dishes and plating tricks

and lose myself in the triviality of Western

humour,

most likable of a memsaheb

and most nights my country is fire

and my countrymen wood

warming food over sikari and earthen stove

my descendants moved through landscapes

with nothing but hunger and a few tools

and it feels ungrateful to write angry poems

about our democracy but let it be known

that l am tired and drained

emptiness disguised as country colours,

and fake promises

all it takes to lose hold

is to see our leaders fine-dining with our people

and soldiers open fire on protestors, their eyes

dying, brimming with questions

about the hope partaken in one-time meals

and later cleansed with cow urine

most of what we call a legacy is the promise

of erasure our old ones speak of heavens, afterlives

of *amrit* and betrayal

and other forms of transcendence but

not inheritance most of what I want

is most of what we don't have; a kitchen and memories of scents

the recipes of my grandmother

the appetite for family dinners banters over leaf plates

most of what we call

a legacy is misremembrance of delicacies,

feelings and attachments

this is what they call irony

this is what they call food

most likely to be cooked burnt

and thrown away

as a matter of tastes and preferences.