Samosa Instinct

Blame me not mother,

for, weather is the sinner.

Thou son wouldn't betray thy orders,

had the weather not been of instinct, so killer.

Last morning I resisted the urge so deeper,

but today evening again at 7 o clock,

Blame me not mother,

for having that SAMOSA in my last supper,

for, thee know, weather is the sinner.