The artistry of the chef’s knife
hunting through the table.
Some bubbling in pots large and small
Some ready to be devoid of its existence
transforming from beauty to tasty.
It is all hidden in the artistry of the chef’s knife;
that is where it all starts.
masterfully chopped sliced and diced.
red, yellow, white, green.
Oh! those colors mixed and merged and modified.
Those individual tastes blended to perfection.
And it all starts with the artistry of the chef’s knife
never cut it without A meaning.
or let me say always have a meaningful cut.
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Vinod Narayan 
at first i saw it was all red,capsicum ,chilli…
The outstanding imagery in this poem is enhanced by your poetic choice of heavenly metaphors blended with the rhythm flowing out. In other words I love it
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