Wet eyelids open for tears to rain
to tell the story of each thrown grain
whose life has eternally gone in vain
otherwise could have quenched the hunger
cruel hands, thoughtless before the blunder
could have fed the hungry one or the other
Hungry, fighting with dogs on the street
to pick a grain or two in strewn banana plates
Trying to fill the belly that is hungry and flat.
Haves who have more have more of ego
havenots look around with nowhere to go
Filled pockets throw out empty hands in deceit
Haves don't have a sharing heart and mind
Half bellys cannot give even if are kind
for what they have is in-apt till the day end
Alas ! is there an end to the crave of food
Queen's law intends all to get food and bread
But the poor get ten of the spent hundred
and rest reaches the silken layers of her bed.
Ravi Tirumalai
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