When hunger was at pick in my stomach
And I was able to digest even stone
then I had no money in my pocket
Passed many days in half stomach
I didn't get proper food.
Now my pocket is full with notes
But stomach ill, Hunger died
I can't eat what I love from inside
I can't eat the quantity I need
Is it right judgement of god? Is it good?
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