Its crunchy, its soft.

But first and foremost, 

it’s filled with soul.

The spiciness of paneer tikka hiding in the shell,

Makes your mind scream like a rebel. 

The butter chicken curled up, waiting to drip,

Melts in the mouth like soft memories of a trip.

Wrapped in a soft warm tortilla, 

Comforting in the days of unease,

Is the quesadilla with extra cheese. 

Under Pico de Gallo's Mexican sway,

Tender kebabs on display,

Each bite, a piano's gentle play.

It's crunchy, it's soft. A taco for every soul.

Filled with warm fillings, makes you feel whole. 

A bite that breaks, a bite that drips,

A bite that’s spicy, a bite that’s tender.

For every soul that is quiet, for every soul that chatter.

There’s a taco that has a filling for every mood.