Famine And Hunger - Poem by Tulsi Shrestha
FAMINE AND HUNGER
Really, I have no drop of tears
To reveal my grief and pain
Inside my sagging dried breast
Hardly, there is a few milk - drops
I cannot feed my own child
But still he is hope of my life
Humanity had died before my birth
We are beyond reach of God's grace
We do die before our death
That too is from, hunger and famine.
Why does the earth feed on our flesh?
Let feel guilty of living, by rest of the world.
We do eat bread of our own death.
We do breathe the moment of grief
No one share one's heart with us
But everyone seizes the resources belong to us.
The world prefers to feed moon and mars
Throw us before vulture to tear our flesh
Religion encloses inside the scripture
Love turns only property of rich - culture.
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