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Thai Red Chilly

A poem

There’s a lonely red thai chilly sitting on my kitchen countertop.

Its life mission — to add spice to my food, make it palatable, bring me happiness, fulfillment, joy.

Every part of it yearns to be cut up, tossed into searing hot oil, fried in red hot heat.

Until its broken down entirely and its essence combusted into my food.

It doesn’t want to be admired from afar.

Will I cook it, will I bring fulfillment to its life?

Or will I wait too long until it withers away.

And can bring no joy no more, to be trashed in garbage.

It’s life unfulfilled.

©️ Siva Raj, 2020