Love Poem: Gone With the Pie
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Written by: Subimal Sinha-Roy

Gone With the Pie

GONE WITH THE PIE
I’m not a gourmet of any exclusive kind, but strangely enough I don’t know why of all confectioneries I preferentially find the most lovable one is the juicy apple pie. At the Christmas time not a long time ago succulent apple pie I had decided to bake. All special choices my family had to forgo, for I won the war for my love wasn’t fake. With my venerable baking acumen at stake all the ingredients I had carefully chosen for an adorable pie I had to earnestly bake in the glowing heart of my trusted oven. What went so wrong I didn’t understand, I was betrayed by the oven I believed blind. As the burnt apple pie crumpled in my hand I saw my scorched love gone with the wind.
December 13, 2018