In the evenings, is feasting on the Golgappas.
Rounded small flour balls fried in vegetable oil
And stuffed with boiled potatoes,
White grams, herbal sauce.
And then filled with liquid from the giant jar,
Containing a mix of seasoned spice with appetising aroma.
In the evenings when the solar disc
Heads to hide its luminous face
In the dark pillow, denizens of urban areas
Particularly the fairer sex flock to
The ‘gol-gappe’ vendors for their treat.
The vendor serves them in a row,
The tang and tingle, pep and piquancy
So entices the customers that the one waiting
Will drooble in double and salivate
Uncontrollably to the amusement of the other partakers.