In my larder
I found Brahma
His delicious image was on a paratha

Once I licked a
Chicken tikka
I wanted to bite it but it looked like Indra

In my curries
And chapatis
I keep finding devas hiding under lentils

Though Rukmini
Looks so creamy
I will not be tempted by my shoulder devils

There is a trunk
In my curried bun
I see Ganesha atop my snack
There are two tusks
In my curried bun
But I’m a Hindu so I will have to starve

Don’t disturb a
Chutney burger
Some have sacred pickles that resemble Durga

[Bollywood bun dance]

I saw Chhaya
At the diner
On my onion bhajji but I didn’t bite her

Then a picture
Of Lord Krishna
Turned up on the side of my tandoori chicken

Saraswati
Crashed my party
In a buttered naan and she was nearly eaten

Prajapati
On a baati
Would taste great with rice, but that would be blasphemin’

There is a trunk
In my curried bun
Part of an elephant-headed man
There are two tusks
In my curried bun
And I have no food as he ate my peanuts

When he crumbles
My gut rumbles
Eating just one fragment surely won’t cause trouble…

[Bollywood bun dance]

There was a trunk
In my curried bun
It was delicious and low in fat
There were two tusks
In my curried bun
But now I keep puking coriander up

I’ve discovered
That I suffer
From an Indic allergy to my bad karma