Childhood in a bowl,
This milky dessert has captured my soul,
Milk, sugar and ada,
You can't look at it and say, you'll have nada,
My first slurp of this heavenly delight,
Was on a sadhya leaf, when the tum was far from light,
My heart was a goner in the first lick,
My mouth was quick,
To ask for a second, third and fourth serving,
By now, the tum was working overtime and churning,
The already existing contents of the sadya,
That's the whole point of sadyas,
You eat and overeat, from start to finish,
So that the rest of the day you can diminish,
By eating, sleeping and farting, in no particular order.
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