Cardamom, cumin and corriander

I am a sucker for aloo gobi

and never a vindaloo have I seen

can I not do

except for one chef

whom I brought upon myself

and justly served

a brow of sweat untofore experienced

the untold multitude of eggplpant

never quite properly roasted

nor curry found

to match the perfume

and sublime creaminess

of a punjabi exile

slave waging their way to jivan mukta

in a kitchen here,

breath in and breath out

hours after

the reason for the spice road

vulgar colonialism aside

and minor transgression of attachment to sense

but nothing went down better

than an IPA with benghan bartha