Peanuts, simple magic

a poem by Jagganathan V

Tiny rosy peanuts are fried into a golden brown,
Definitely is the hottest, but the cheapest snack available in town,
In a hot pan of sand, the tiny touts are drowned,
Their natural aroma filling the air, tempts everyone around.

One after the another, your tired mouth is always in action,
Yummy they are, you wouldn’t want to waste a second’s fraction.
They help you to kill time, relish them, as they take you to eternity,
And trickle your thoughts, imaginations and create creativity.

A munch or a crunch stimulates your body and soul,
They are your trusted companion, when you move towards your goal.
What makes them so special, don’t question my logic,
Science is yet to prove them, but I am convinced of their simple magic.