A sense of belonging

Clear us of our uncouth mess,
with the craving look of utensils,
in the dishwasher, your soft hands
deal dexterous, wash and wipe,

the spooky sponge counteract the soot,
the accumulated foam slowly
down the sink, there is a sense
of belonging, longing,

with the tactile tap on the
keyboard, with the pop ups
blocking, you avidly blog,
there is a sense of belonging,

warp and weft of the sari,
shiny on your delicate skin,
the weaver and the design,
there is a sense of belonging,

the taste of Indian culinary masala,
the subconscious recording of poem
which is a tabula rasa,
there is a sense of belonging.