The Curry Hut

dressed in bamboo

fake chilly bulbs adorned

a few blinking lanterns

adding to that farm-look

gaped aghast

at the flashy bright lights

the New Kebab Zone sported

the bright ochre walls

the blaring noise called music

attendants in red and black

her face bleak

she watched

as glowworms to light

kid-led families rushed to the fancy land

but then there were a few who

lost their way  to The Curry Hut

and a few other -old timers

loyal servants of good food

who stepped in and she smiled

it takes a while to take away my sheen

fast and fury  is not my type

long and steady is my zone.