I woke up from my sleep,
as if coming back alive,
hearing my stomach shriek,
i remember, like a lightening strike
Its the third day! i'm hungry
not a morsel of food, to eat.
People come, and people go,
I don't remember a single face,
some even pass by me, so close,
but none a friend nor a relative, are they?
Its the third day! I'm hungry.
not a morsel of food, to eat.
On these days, in the afternoon heat,
with nothing on my foot to wear
waiting to get something to eat,
I stand by the temples and fairs
Its the third day! I'm hungry.
not a morsel of food, to eat..
A time, there was,even i had a family,
Mother, so loving , gave me food,
Its long gone, now just a memory
Father worked hard, to earn these goods.
Its the third day! I'm hungry.
not a morsel of food, to eat..
Sometimes I wander around, in the city,
stopping by malls, hotels and bakeries,
thrown at me, at times - stale food or a penny,
enough for the day to eat, to my hearts merry
But today..
Its the third day! I'm hungry.
not a morsel of food, to eat..
my head feels heavy, I'm about to faint,
be it unconsciousness, be it death.
Poverty - the reason for my family's disdain,
also the reason for my ordeal and mirth.
Its the third day! I'm hungry.
not a morsel of food, to eat..
3 comments:
well portrayed ! :)
Hi,
This is insightful poetic story. I would like to invite you to author a story for our book, which we will be publishing soon.
Blank Space - Filled with Inspiration, which will be a anthology of 100 short stories from 100 writers around the globe. We would love to have one of your story as a part of this book. Which can inspire many.
Please let me know you interest. I kindly request you to consider and support. Even you can suggest your previously published posts also as entries.
Regards
Dinesh
@ Dinesh
Think you so much, i would love to contribute a story for your book.
Please give me further details on the genre and also how i can mail you the story.
Thanks and regards,
Archana
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