Hunger Is that again I had the mind to read poetry So what was wrong with crying ...

... wet on the side of the house?

Hunger Who are you in front of?
Eat worn without food!

You are a very funny game
Not before, not in the west
Your fair in the South

Hope was my home in the west,
So what to wear, whether to gabana or row

My addiction was wrong?
That's why I had a swing

If you kill for food,
If the blood in the makha lives?

My writing was wrong,
Angry makha was cool

Yet the hunger was over,
Bangla says that the trouble is!