I remember my childhood deprivations
Each time I think of yesterday
Those days who were you to eat an egg
When an elderly man was around?
We watched them peel the egg
Bite it once and half of it was gone.
And we saw the white and yellow patches
Tantalizingly showing and our mouths
Wetting with crave
They told us that egg was not a child's food
And that if a child tasted of it
He will become a thief
That's how protein eluded us.
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