That half bowl of rice
Tasted so nice,
When fried with some veggies
And a little spice.
The bread in the fridge
Gets a new flavour,
With cheese or spreads
Put layer by layer.
Rotis give rolls
Curries become chaats,
Have it as it is
Or mix it for salads.
The desserts however,
Have a different story
That remaining piece of laddu
Has its own glory.
Snacks or meal
Whatever be the need,
Hunger is relaxed
And smiles guaranteed.
Rich or poor,
It comforts all ,
These leftovers are thus
Truly magical.
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