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Hungry Baby

 

kitchen once when Pk was at work


A song, not a poem. Dedicated to my younger brother, who gifted me a coffee maker this year so that I can make better coffee, just like he could even without a coffee maker.


Lyrics of Hungry Baby

Not Camera Shy


He steps out of his door,

knocks on my room once more,

goes to the kitchen and

things start looking shadyy.....

It's a hungry baby, baby, baby,

a hungry baby


Sometimes he is found

Chopping onions, sizzling sound

But most times it dough

and chapatis so round

almost like a skilled ladyyyyy....

That's my hungry baby, baby, baby,

My hungry baby


Hand to mouth is not existence

It's his literal game

Eating Healthy instead of tastey

would be such a shame

Corn instead of cheese,

Bitter Gaurd unleashed

is all it takes to meet an angry babyyyy

but all he is really is a hungry baby, baby, baby, 

A Hungry baby


Fin.








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