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The hot boiled rice With brown gram curry The nutty smell of sesame Oil shrills in hurry Deployed on a thrice larger rounder plate For a boy's belly deplete. "Can't eat this much rice!" He shouts with a surprise. “You can do my son sure.", Her firm voice enssures The boys look measures. "The remainder you keep aside" Her remand saves  his pride. A monthly forty rupees Should not be pretty reason For a lodger's liberty to please Among two of her teen sons Than a welling spring of kindness A heart huge in roundness Larger than a stainless steel plate With a profuse heap of hot rice The smooth boiled brown pies Oiled with fragrance fleet. For how he fully did feat it? How she purely predict it? The stomach of a young one could hold The heap of love on a stainless steel mold.
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC
Hot boiled rice and brown gram curry
The hot boiled rice With brown gram curry The nutty smell of sesame Oil shrills in hurry Deployed on a thrice larger rounder plate For a boy's belly deplete. "Can't eat this much rice!" He shouts with a surprise. “You can do my son sure.", Her firm voice enssures The boys look measures. "The remainder you keep aside" Her remand saves  his pride. A monthly forty rupees Should not be pretty reason For a lodger's liberty to please Among two of her teen sons Than a welling spring of kindness A heart huge in roundness Larger than a stainless steel plate With a profuse heap of hot rice The smooth boiled brown pies Oiled with fragrance fleet. For how he fully did feat it? How she purely predict it? The stomach of a young one could hold The heap of love on a stainless steel mold.
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philipp-k-j
58/M/Bangalore
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC
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