Since the morning,
Bread and butter,
Soup and salad,
And potato and steaks.
Till the next morning,
Same the next morning.
Oh! My God,
I want samosa and hot tea.
I love Nandu Dadu’s Chana Bhatura,
And love Kashmiri Pulao,
And love Red chicken with gravy.
I love dahi kachori,
Gulab jamun and Sandesh,
Prawns and Rohu,
In a proper curry.
Please God save me alone.
I am only watching the sea.
It’s only rain.
Which is my friend with the brain.
But to glide,
I need my feathers,
Made by raincoat.
I love to eat.
I am a Bengali.
Adios!
