Hunger - Poem by HASNAIN AAQIB
Hunger, whenever this bloody monster calls
Reasoned by poverty or or good time's sudden falls
None can dodge this towered inferno's palm
When the belly-pipes scream, out of twistig spasm
Legs tremble, prudence dances with body's every part
Lifeles, eager, lying on concious's faining cart.
When hunger strikes, none on earth fairly cares
For even post, and equals the level of street beggers
It less differs a man from a little crying child
And draws behind being to go crazy and wild.
His empire, a great king can towards it hurl
To exchange a loaf and make a timely curl.
Lo, friend, hunger only can coward rival
A thousand virtues, to assure its own survival.
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