A royal treat was attractively set
Tasty curries, fresh salads and dessert
Juicy fruits, ice creams and cocktail
Every mans ego here it had to fail
He came a connoisseur filled his plate
To the soul’s satisfaction he ate
In the dim light of kerosene lamp
Before the shapeless ‘aluminium plate’
He sat and looked at ‘pickle’ and ‘roti’
Gleamed in satisfaction and began to pray
“God I lived, toiled...This food a gift today
Thanks and tomorrow show a similar way”.
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