Satay Sonata

In bamboo's grasp, the stage is set, fragrant and bright,

Marinated art, a canvas alight.

On fiery coals, a smoky tune is played,

Whispering secrets beneath the open sky

Ginger's lively dance, spice's bold embrace,

Turmeric intertwine its golden lace.

Charred childhood tales upon the eager tongue,

Juicy remembrance , unsung and young.

Peanut sauce, a velvety hug, sweet and sincere,

Whispers tangy and sweet, bringing smiles and tears so near.

Crisp shallots add a textual song of past harmonious song

Each bite a symphony, where stars belong.

Echoes of laughter, friendships' tender mend,

Satay skewers, where flavors blend.

A tapestry of tradition, stories woven and old,

In satay's serenade, a tale of flavors bold.

Past present will always hold ,as we looked past ,some sorrow sowed

So we look front, the future glows