An elegy to kerala Parotta
You punch it you beat it
You throw it You mould it
You make it soft and fit
Thin and make it sit
It's not healthy
Say the wise and wealthy
It's not safety
Say the eastie and Northie
But in.malludom
It rules the kingdom
It's eaten in wisdom
It's taken in random
It's soft and fluffy
It's chewy and Buffy
It can be taken hot
It can be with what not
It's brown or white
It's layered and bright
It's got egg and butter
It has no clusters
Mutton fish vegetable curry
You can cover it and burry
But it goes best with beef
Roast or fried in plantain leaf
You throw it like a pizza
You have it for a tizza
It's dime a dozen
Comes in Gulf frozen
It's punched and beaten
With fists before eaten
And once it's cold
To eat you need to be bold
I love my kerala parotta
So do most mallu terrata
Parotta is a passion
Not a momentary fashion
Eat your maida delight
Make your day more bright
Chew it for lunch or dinner
And You are no sinner
just a mallu parotta lover
And need no cover
All you need is savour
It as a mallu flavour
Long live parotta