I’ve run out of salt
And it’s all my fault
Oh! I am so pissed
I had even made a list –
Rice, flour, oil and pulse
Other than ‘white gold,’ I have all else
But what good are they all
Without the unassuming, modest salt?
Why not get some? you’d say
I would, if it was any ordinary day
But these times are different
I must stay in. I can’t be indifferent
I’ve placed the order
Now wait I must, to fill the larder
We’re under a lock-down
It’s not the time to crib and its not the time to frown
It’s not the time to complain and it’s not the time to sob
We must find a solution that will do the salt’s job
Nature’s bountiful gift – magic dust
One for which my taste-buds lust
Overrules all the spices of Arabia – modest white sand
A sprinkle enough to save the dish from being bland
I rack my brains
An alternative I must find for the white grains
Pickles! Mango, lime, garlic, chili shall end the woe
And save the day
Until salt to my kitchen shelf, makes its way!
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