Making Jackfruit Sambar, original type and all

One must watch the cooking pot of life, lest should it boil over and douse the flame

Caution may be warranted, yet is often the first part to be ignored

One may argue that it is the nature of love to cause such blindness

But that love is a shade far from the absolution of love 

If your pot boils milk, you know it needs two times the attention effort

For milk is the unruly emotion like anger and fear that often bubbles up suddenly

If your pot boils water, you know it shall do so consistently, and true

For water is the  unchanging emotion like being wanted by someone

My pot boils an Indian Jackfruit curry in all its Malayali grandeur 

Laced in matriarchal madness of utter freedom to sow and repent, but be held close

I should learn to ease up on my temptaion to add a few slices of silvery Ilish

For the curry in my pot needs stirring for fear of unforseen boiling overs