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A Land Far Away
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As I sit down for dinner I think of my favorite place...
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Garlic sand dunes lay upon my plate,
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ready to sting my throat with its spicy flavor taste.
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I gaze at the Himalaya Mountain of ice cream;
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the freshness of the chill air swimming laps
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around its peak.
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I can feel the coolness kiss my cheeks and the
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stormy wind tango with my long locks.
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I soon become distracted with the lush rainbow
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assortment of vegetables, beautiful saris, which will
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dance to the rapid pace of the dhol once consumed.
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The spice of red hot chilies and brown mustard seeds
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dance ferociously, flamboyantly, furiously in my mouth
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until the awaiting monsoon is desired so passionately,
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like a child in the heat who longs for a white Christmas.
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Here it is! As a flood of a mango lassi extinguishes
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the flames in my mouth, it leaves me with a
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satisfying memory of my favorite place...
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      India
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28 Nov 06

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thank you for this delicious thing      
 — jesusgun

read it again....just makes me want to dance around and ... oh well
 — jesusgun

Hey ! the best surprise till date.
 — trochee

Hmm ... this has a good rhythm.. a good begining and a nice ending. the last stanza is the best. you might be torn apart with rude criticism ...so u might want to add a footnote that "this is your first attempt at poetry". to me it doesnt seem so.

Line 4 should be Himalayan.  line 12 chillies. you could think of some better words for alliteration in line 13.

and yes you forgot one more important thing in the end.     a burp!!
 — trochee

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