Dosai னாலே மனம் அஞ்சுது கெஞ்சுது மனம்

Here's an Ode
on
Masala Dosa -
(Walt Whitman Style)
O Masala Dosa,
thou crispy delight,
Thy taste, a symphony of flavors unite.
Born successful South India's onshore of spices,
A culinary marvel that entices.
From humble origins, thou didst rise,
A acquisition to sensation buds, a expansive surprise.
With atom and lentils, thou creation made,
A batter fermented, successful contented laid.
Thou cometh distant upon the griddle's heat,
A aureate treasure,
a feast to greet.
Thy aboveground
thin and lacy fair,
Conceals wrong
thy filling rare.
Spiced potatoes, a savory treat,
Enwrapped successful thy crepe-like sheet.
A matrimony of divine spice and starch,
Awakens senses with each march.
Thy tangy chutneys, a cleanable pair,
Coconut, tamarind, a flavoursome affair.
And sambar's embrace, a warming potion,
Completes the feast with utmost devotion.
Thou creation
a communicative of culinary art,
A past etched with emotion from the start.
From humble thoroughfare nutrient to tables grand,
Thy popularity spreads crossed the land.
In bustling cities
and
towns afar,
Thou creation a favorite, a shining star.
In diners and restaurants, thou dost reign,
A crockery beloved, that volition ne'er wane.
O Masala Dosa, thou creation divine,
A culinary masterpiece, truthful fine.
With each bite, a travel I roam,
In thy taste, I find my home.

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