FOR KIMDE ON HER BAKING SKILL

                                                                                 Under the candle light she bakes the bread of hope;

Kimde Marak

Her shirt has stains of vanilla essence, sweet she smells every season,

The cookies on the tray carry the mark of her enduring love;

She sets the temperature for the feeling of warm contentment.

God has touched her pie; it cures the worse of sorrow,

When her finger touches the flour mercy gets a new name;

She gives delight to all the weary hungry souls,

And now all I wonder is when will I get a piece of her magic.

                                                                                              

*The edited version of this poem can be found in Ayangti Longkumer's Magic Quill.