From the flour I rise
Liquefied into dough,
Battered and dipped,
Into the frying pan I go…
My origin is unknown,
Although my home,
Has always been,
India for sure.
Times are changing though…
No more do I remain home.
Waiting for me,
With arms wide open,
Is this beautiful world.
From the chawls of Mumbai
To the Grand Hyatt in Dubai,
I’ve travelled,
A long way haven’t I?
This journey I make,
Isn’t measured by kilometers,
But the changes I bring in people.
I may be just,
A small round bhajji,
But my symbolic meaning,
A billion times bigger.
The more I travel,
The more I change,
Yet I’m not a bit scared.
‘cause ultimately,
We’re all the same.
Ignorance, historically,
Made us the lords,
Of our own worlds.
But better sense
We’ve finally seen,
To realize
We’re all part of,
ONE small world,
On this beautiful Earth.
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