Hunger

Two small stones clattered for beat,


deep nasal voice sang for food.


Little girl scampered bare feet,


arms for alms her mother stood.


Often a smile filled these souls-


not enough for their bellies.


Sometimes few coins clinked their bowl,


and the lives got a new lease.


Short and light is their slumber-


long is the song of hunger.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are - poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

4 thoughts on “Hunger

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    It is ever the hallmark of a true Poet that their work intersects with and confronts the everyday vicissitudes of life. With inimitable poetic brevity and acumen the author casts a critical eye over them and articulates our common humanity.

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