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An empty stomach often delivers
A hungry man, sun-skinned
Blind to the fluorescence (sense) of the system
Deaf to useless sermons
Of all socio-political ethics and etiquettes
Unlike a well-stuffed, fair-skinned man.
Hunger drives him helplessly insane,
To commit any (mis)deed
Just to avoid his hellish life, left in lurch,
Languishing since long
In one dark corner of his penury
Completely lost in the riches of the richest.
Food waste is a showy fest of feast,
Of merriment for some people
Who sell their heart for some glittering coins
While some, the poor, feed on those leftovers
And yet harbour rays of hope
Even in the neglected lane of darkness.
In penurious times of contemporary world
'The more the merrier' principle
Badly worsens everything right set in order-
The state and the data,
The system and the strata,
The best and the worst, the most and the least. |
