Fried brinjal rolled in flatbread br Her magic recipe of love homemade br What treasure they hold what charm unlocks br When sharp at two opens up lunchbox! br br A sweet candy from the finest cheese br Made from cow milk a salivary bliss br I feel helpless and little can do br My belly when growls sharp at two! br br I feel entranced in that magic hour br When smell green peas and cauliflower br She makes them fine rich butter spread br The toasted breads her love homemade! br br She knows my bowel not makes it rich br Fine cut cucumber in soft sandwich br In all them I find her special brew br Of love homemade to be opened at two! br br Though it’s never that I made her known br How sweetly relish her love homegrown br But when I open lunchbox at two br Wonder without her what I would do!br br Pradip Chattopadhyaybr br