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Blunt Poetry by Aman Joy Pal. Poetry by a common man for everyday people, on everyday topics, but with a different perspective. So I got an opportunity to review a Pan Asian restaurant situated at Pacific Mall yesterday. Wrote a poem about the same. Soy, zucchini, black pepper,. Well dressed , elegant-looking platter,. With woks, and spoons and casseroles,. The chef started preparing,. And put them into bowls,.