I go on a tour
To places remote
I eat food
At umpteen eateries
I take delight
At tastes of places.
Then I feel
Homesick
I begin to think
Of food at home
No food tastes
Like home.
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Indifferent places food tastes in varieties. But home made food is good for health and very tasty. An amazing poem is shared. No food can be compared with home food.10