A Hunger Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Hunger has no substitute and called as hunger
It is observed and felt even in anger
You need only two meals a day
But can't find a honorable way

It is narrated so nicely and gone
All good words said and not done
It is really curse and pathetic condition
It burns from inside and fuels the ignition

Nothing is seen or objected
All pleas for help is rejected
How can there be new ideas to be injected?
When person is hungry and angrily acted?

It is felt by poor and rich
It beyond everybody’s reaches
You won’t like idea if someone tries to preach
It is felt differently by each