Round round round, rolled the dough,Dusky Blog
My Mom is making the paratha round.
I want square, I slightly muttered,
She looked at me and was ruffled.
Round round round, my puppy eyes,
Made Her heart soften and she smiled. Square paratha is crunchy and light,
The crispiness is in every bite.
Round round round, I’m rolling around.
My Happiness is beyond the cloud.