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Indian food isn't spicy

The texture is exquisit

the food radiates heat

it wants people to carress it carefully

it wants to be loved

Indian food isn't spicy

The audible Oooh and Ahhh when it's made

The mixture of spices put into it,

Make it seem like a collage

Indian food isn't spicy

The smell is sensational

your nose feels as if it is

devouring all of the aspects of a dish

just by taking in a deep long breath of air

Indian food isn't spicy

It looks like the leaves during autum

The warm colors pop imediately

from any dish straight into your cornia.

Indian food isn't spicy

The taste is second to none

It feels like a OKO

just from taking in a mouthful
That mouthful of food feels like

the most important thing you will ever experience

Indian food isn't spicy

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Being an Indian means that you are a part of the larger whole.

It means that all those people that you consider family,

have struggled against the British.

The British brought their ships across

the large ocean with their large hulls.

Those ships screamed of oppresment

that everyone would suffer from in the future.

Being an Indian means that you are a part of a larger whole.

Those lobsters from Britain came and stripped everyone
of all of their fields and families.

They took all of our resources

and justified it as being towards out benifit.

They took our Moos and Cockledoodledoo away from

us from our farms and made it into something else.

They gave us tea and made it into a present.

Being an Indian means that you are a part of a larger whole.

Your ancestors fought against the British.

Not like how the British did it.

They fought peacefully to get the freedom

that they deserved.

The freedom felt like we had finished a marathon.

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Waking up in the morning is one of the hardest things that someone does.

I feel like the cold air punches me when I get up.

My body tells me to get up repeatidly,

But my bed says no to me.

My wraps me in its clutches

And refuses to give me up to anything that I want.

Waking up in the morning is one of the hardest things that someone does.

My alarm barks at me to make my eyes flutter open.

Yet, before my eyes even open up,

The snooze has been pressed.

My body has decided for me that

My sleep is like a diamond I must have at any cost.

Waking up in the morning is one of the hardest things that someone does.

I go to the bathroom in order to get ready for the day.

My mind is anywhere but the bathroom.

I feel like I am dancing

Through the clouds and the clouds

In return are dancing with me, and everyones happy.

Waking up in the morning is one of the hardest things that someone does.

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You will learn to enjoy English.

That's what I have always been told.

You just don't fully get it yet.

I have heard that phrase so many times it

Sounds like a song on repeat.

I constantly hear that English is like a caterpillar

eventually becoming a happy butterfly

Yet when I don't want to enjoy English anymore

It loops back to the beginning.

You will learn to enjoy English.

That's what I have always been told.

I read a book in class and somehow, someway,

A cigarette is supposed to symbolize

The destruction of the world.

Yet when I don't want to understand English anymore

It loops back to the beginning.
You will learn to enjoy English.

That's what I have always been told.

Shakespeare is a marvelous writer,

or so I have been told.

Shakespeare had the mind of a god

which was so powerful he could see how society

would shape out long after he died

using a mind with a deep well of knowledge.

Yet when I don't want to listen anymore,

It loops back to the beginning.

You will learn to enjoy English.

That's what I have always been told.

Yet when I don't want to enjoy English anymore

It loops back to the beginning.

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This poem is my best because it has a clear idea of what it is talking about and draws out many details. Through repetition I am able to properly convey what I want to, even though the idea is very complex.

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Link: https://soundcloud.com/user-354290895/tone-poem-pranav-nair