Saying ‘No’ to cook! (If you tell me to cook, my favorite recipe…..eat out!)

I don’t know if it doesn’t sound to you-feminine,

I dislike cooking & I feel it’s just perfectly fine.

I told, it’s not my forte-definitely,

But no one took me that seriously.

And I had to make a try,

So stepped into the kitchen, to fry.

Frying was not that bad,

But my way of handling it made everyone mad.

Roti… when I started to make,

Wasn’t sure, it’ll assume which shape.

But who said that it has to be round?

I made it of some shape that cannot be found.

From the smell you identify,

How well it’s cooked and classify.

I tried to do it… but my nose didn’t respond

Oh! Yes I had caught a cold, I realized & yawned.

Cut the veggies with precision,

Who the hell made such a decision?

With resistance I touched & washed the chicken,

And chopped it, but not like that perfect ten.

Cooking Logic I really don’t understand,

To be able to cook, I would need a magical hand.

They say 5 minutes & food is ready,

To me this sounds extremely funny.

I wish- a wish for everyone, so easy life could be,

Then the verdict of 2 minute Maggi noodles could turn out true.

Kitchen- a place I don’t feel I can belong,

Far from it I can keep myself away, but how long?

Why is it important to learn to cook?

I would rather like to read a book.

A 365 days’ work I can’t take up,

I’ll really need some backup.

To decide what to cook is each day’s headache,

So irritating to waste time, thinking what next to make.

Necessity is the mother of invention:

& I think when one day…I’ll have to cook

I don’t know if I’ll use a book

I’ll cook in my own way… one that I would create

& I think that would be great!

I don’t know if it will taste yummy,

But it would be good enough to fill tummy.

I don’t know if I am sounding like a rebel,

But I am not interested in getting either a cook’s label.