A Hungry Dishwasher At Five Star Poem by Abiee Josy

Did you see the dirty man washing the expensive dinner plates?
He has a daughter at home waiting for bread rolls
But still he s washing... Wiping the ice cream bowls
cheating himself that his baby might have slept.

They say every saga has a happy ending.
But everytime I find him pending in his story's starting.
The grief, the pain and the blood he sowed
has never came up as a beautiful flower as he hoped
Though he works in a basket of food
but he realises he s hungry by the moon
in the back of the hotel; the temperature of Sahara
he works like the hell
to keep him starving
and always he too finds him pending....