The unpleasant uproar they create

 

The aroma percolated in d' air,

d' biryani is ready, it asserted,

d' crowd gathered  for d' party,

before devouring felt satisfied

One renowned chef cooked it,

famous for his cooking resolve

all ardent to have a taste of it,

their mediocre satiety to solve

 

Exceeding 100 guys got served,

and as set to take their first bite

d' chef came out and disclosed,

a small stone I missed, left in it

Its color & size same as d' rice,

strenuous for me to find it out

take care while eating d' stuff,

don't hurt your teeth and shout

 

D' flavor of biryani, just superb,

truly delicious and tasted great

but d' fun of eating was missing,

d' least curiosity paid to d' taste

Folks had it in silence, finished,

till d' last bite over, felt nervous

no talks, no gossip/fun observed,

d' diners turned extra conscious

 

Finished d' meal, sighed in relief,

felt blessed,  not to get d' stone

washed d' hands, began tattling,

d' offender stone found by none

Party ended, they called d' chef,

one of us would've got, as u told

but no one got it, simply strange,

no untoward event ever unfold

 

Chef told, picked up most of them

but if one might be left by mistake

so I wished to forewarn u people,

if ignorant, your teeth be at stake

All started looking at each other,

no talk about d' delicious biryani

exhausted after such a tense meal,

left feebly, it appeared too funny

 

Life just an extra amazing biryani,

unable to relish it to d' full extent

marred for a few hidden pebbles,

superb, yet we never compliment

Exceptional delicacy well aware,

love it, taken aback by the taste

but scared of d' hidden obstacles

and

d' unpleasant uproar they create