Squatting on street with vegetable for sale
Watching power and money in ugly play,
My mother fell ill one cloudy day,
To save my mother I prayed and prayed,
Prayed almighty the whole day,
Night spread its arms but help never came,
The prayer seemed to be in vain,
My mother’s pain remained same.
To save my mother from hunger and pain,
I took a loaf of bread from the baker’s pane,
On my way they held and put me in chain,
Because I stole a loaf of bread,
To save my mother who is now dead,
Died of hunger without a loaf of bread;
Maybe I'm idealistic but I hope people who steal food are treated differently. Thanks for this touching poem.
: (.........its sad to know that things like that happen in reality; (very sad poem...yet very well written, nice style.
I Think you must be hopeful to God. ALL THAT IS HAPPENING IS GOOD BUT WE ARE UNABLE TO UNDERSTAND. SO HAVE A DES FAITH IN ALMIGHTY.
Vidyadhar! A poignant and very eloquent poem you have written here! ! *10*! Best regards! Friend Thad
this poem is really touching and has a great theme behind, , hunger the common language of the world should be eradicated.... God save the universe! ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i dunno if satiating hunger can amount to theft...a typical scene we often watch in pictures!