As I think of my past hunger
Lo, well up in me, cold anger
I see my soul torn asunder
I walked from Daadar to Ghodbunder
saw rasgolla, jillapi, basundi
I saw in my stomach and eye.hunger
and hunger.
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Wonderful portrayal of a man's cravings and unfulfilled desires in a metropolis. This is kind of a fight for survival in adverse circumstances Thanks..