Admist the hills in Khasi land,
Where kong Nah's heart and kitchen stand,
A feast of flavors, rich and grand,
In every dish, a story planned.
Rice, the foundation, pure and white,
Binds the meal from dawn till night.
With meat, the pride of Khasi fare,
Pork and chicken, flavors rare.
Jadoh sings with spice and heat,
Rice and meat in union sweet.
Tungrymbai's the fermented grace,
A taste of tradition, time to embrace.
Doh-Neiiong, with sesame's kiss,
A savory symphony, hard to miss.
Each bite, a journey, flavors bloom,
In Khasi kitchens, in every room.
Kwai, the betel, shared with cheer,
A bond of friendship, ever near.
Chutneys, pickles, vibrant and bold,
A burst of flavors that her foods hold.
So let us savour, let us dine,
On Khasi food, a treasure divine.
In every bite, a tale unfolds,
Of culture, heritage, and stories old.
~Krishna Acharya
BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.
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