Pangs of Hunger
Pangs of Hunger
Known the pangs of hunger
But carried flesh on back bearer.
Never have you knocked from back
You feed milk and now grog to knock.
Heinous or sweet never be same.
Heinous carries shame.
Where teen have to take blame.
Go phut and weeping in loneliness.
Gone down, God damn it.
At last it is for God child.
God is in heaven.
It is not clay of stone
Saroj khan[sakha]
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