Would I like to have some tea?
Of Course not!
But I'd love to eat Puchkas a lot.
I'm in love with Pani-puris,
Since childhood.
While mom says, eat some blue berries,
Or some healthy food.
Puchka, Pani-puri, Golgappe
The taste is the same.
Fulki, Gup-Chup or Padake
No matter what the name!
After eating one Puchka,
It seemed, heaven had been found.
Then, I can't hear anything,
Not even a single sound.
Earlier, we used to run away,
To get money,
After seeing the Puchka wala.
How it is made? By the way,
We don't know the formula.
Those were the memories,
When at that time,
Parents used to become our enemies....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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