The chef was silent
You were angry
Salt was less and it was spicy
It could kill your taste bud
Something which you can’t dream about
You had money
And they had no choice
There was enough for everyone
But the tags defined where it belongs
You got a new to save your taste
And the meal ended in dust
You made choices
Which kept us starved.
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