Saliva drenches my tongue
like sprinklers over an arid garden,
Spicy aromas flood my senses,
my heart beats to the bhangra
and the sizzling of your hot Madras

Chef from Bangladesh,
memories of springtime
my latest Indian, relaxing treat,
I've closed the door on October rain
I'm in your shop on the High Street

Volume of hustle and bustle,
it's more than a working kitchen,
you've brought me Eastern flavour
to a dreary, rainy Friday night
taken me to the mystical land I love

I close my eyes, sip your tipple,
my mind spins with spiritual passion,
colourful kaleidoscope, the taste of India.
I almost feel the sand sifting through my toes.
I hear chopping of coconuts, quickening Hindi tongues