This is what we like
I mean only food we like
We don't say 'a must' to 'Noble Food',
We don't mean to eat soft food
Let us eat the hardy food
Which has sand particles
Never mind of its obstacles

We sup our food just to cease fires
The fire that burns our internal layers
We don't eat it to become healthier
We sup our food just to have clear
Clear of hunger not of good care
Be it faraway or near
We strive for it with no fear
We preferred it than a wear
Internal combustion isn't rare

Hungry isn't of wonted habit
Eating voraciously is bad habit
The food we like
Is what the demons of our stomachs like.