Days Of Hunger Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

On those days the rock
Of courage could not stand
Against the onslaughts of
Mighty tides of perpetual
Hunger, bugs feasted merrily
On black blood through
Thin skin of poverty; we rolled
On cold floor in winter taking
It as a joke; lighting hearths
Had brought pleasure to the
Famished souls;
Crows never sat on the roof
To bring good luck and visitors;
Doors and windows were kept
Closed lest they should make
Sketches of our bodies and
Sell them in the market place.