I had a bun in the oven
From which I suffered the pain
Out of desperation I took a knife
Straight I went to the room of operation
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the skin of gold and eyes blue Anglo-Indian by birth but her scope is the world and she will make u proud
Yes Wahabji each poet goes through poem while creating a poem. You composed little cute poem with immense feelings. It wonderful work from you. Fantastic write!
Hunger and the food bun of course anglo indian nice to taste the bun
these are emotions only a mother will experience. With a bun in the oven a lovely verse is created, An excellent metaphor Wahab. 10*