The hunger of life is in the food,
Food is a charm that never dies,
Food describes itself with splendour,
Heat and taste of such deliverance.
The bags of gold are heartened by
Parcels of nutritious dinners traveling
To distant weathers and climbs,
Towards the residents who dissolve in
Famine and faulty calamity.
Their solution is our solution and we
Find the weaker disputes among many.
The hunger of this stay on earth
Is called a shameful residence like a
Place of hideous notions and movement.
Let the life be movie after movie,
Calling a casual labour, a case of desires
And food that is splendid,
Like the internal suffering of a soul.
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