"Mix well!"..."Blend well!"
Continuous command as a bell,
From your soul, not mouth's spell.
We were all in the saut pan,
Joined together for a plan,
Which is to serve a waiting clan.
When we remained stagnant,
Your eyes were constant,
Starring us lovely is the significant.
Though you rocked the other dishes,
You are striving with your wishes,
To make us an 'extraordinary uppuma' in which your heart relishes.
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is for the school principals who strive to make even the upma(An Indian dish-unliking sometimes-here as Teachers) an extraordinary one.
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