Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
I was sauntering back after a sumptuous lunch,
While this poem came as an well awaited and longed for burp.
Been to an old fav joint, the paranoid would prefer to avoid.
It is called the Pancham Puriwala, opposite CST station,
The food is spicy, oily, lovely, go in salivating come out with salvation.
One plate of belly burst costs $3,
The remedy of high cholesterol will cost you another $3000.
But at $3003 it's still worth the money.
CST - Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus - or the erst while Victoria Terminus Mumbai, a wonderful piece of architecture and also sadly the place where the last gunning down of civilians took place by terrorists in Mumbai.
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