The Village Omelet

(for the egg dosa grandma, Machilipatnam)

by Dr. Sreekanth Kopuri

eggs again, to that shack, the
grandmother, the fold I long
to home, a holiday flavour, the

taste of this earth’s white smile, 
breaks for me,  empties its self
into a womb-like fresh earthen

bowl, salts, then spices with
onion and green chili chops,
mixes with a artless smile till

it’s soft and pure with the silent
flamboyant language  spreads,
sizzling and bubbling with the

joy I need for the day, on time –
burnt pan, the dung-cakes burn,
smoking it, till its hard brown

face smiles warm with an added
flavour of the coriander leaves
and ground red chili chutney.