A poem about Kimchi or Kim-chi, the Korean style sauerkraut or fermented cabbage
In fiery hues of crimson and gold,
A symphony of flavors unfolds,
Kimchi, the fiery heart of the east,
A pungent masterpiece that never ceased.
O! Fermented wonder, spicy and bold,
A dance of sensations, a tale yet untold,
From humble cabbages, transformed with care,
Into a dish that makes taste buds flare.
With each mouthful, a journey takes flight,
A burst of tanginess, a pure delight,
Crunch and zest, a symphony of taste,
Kimchi, a treasure, never a waste.
From humble kitchens to royal feast,
Its essence, a story, never to cease,
A symbol of tradition, fiercely strong,
With every bite, a sense of belonging.
Oh, kimchi, fiery soul in a little jar,
Igniting passions, like a shooting star,
From generation to generation we pass,
Your essence forever, an immortal glass.
So let us savor this mystical dish,
A taste of tradition, an ancient wish,
Kimchi, beloved, forever we shall adore,
Our hearts and souls forevermore.
