My Salad

is made with a poetic love, like breaking
lines in my poem I chop into pieces
the Roma tomatoes and the English
cucumber with the yellow onions, all raw

adding also some boiled dried Indian
chickpeas with un-fried sunflower
seed, sprinkling generously the lime
juice and a little spoon of salt to taste

and black pepper powder and green
chillies cut into shavings to enhance
the hotness, blending the content with life
giving chives, oregano, basil and eastern

curry leaf imported into west and chilled
together at six degrees Celsius for an overnight
all with further love, finally, sprinkled with dried
fish chips, if my American son in law, is not at the table

Post Views: 437

Henry Victor

Henry Victor, a poet and a blogger, is living currently in Edmonton, Canada. He is retired from his academic activities and pastoring in the Anglican Church, and currently enjoys his grand-parenting of Justin and Josephine. Prior to coming to Canada, he was a Senior Lecturer in Comparative Religions in the Eastern University, Sri Lanka, where he was born, and has promoted inter-religious harmony and co-operation, particularly in the eastern province that moulded him.