Aroma Of Food Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Aroma Of Food
As she serves the food
the smell permeates the air
ah, food's aroma is so good
and I've of it a fair share.
I don't know what hunger is
how many on earth go unfed
I get whenever I please
I bother about the quality instead.
I talk of freedom and free will
care about health and hygiene
I have my assured meal
hunger's face I haven't seen.
I'm a man well fed
live in the fullness of good meals
I don't have to take it in my head
in this world hunger still kills.
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4/25/2024 3:12:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An excellent poem, Pradip. It starts with a simple appeal to the senses and then leads on to unexpected territory - conscience, inequality, hunger. I like your honesty.