Tulsi Shrestha

Famine And Hunger - Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: poem

Comments about Famine And Hunger by Tulsi Shrestha

  • (10/26/2015 11:15:00 AM)

    Very Heart Touching! ! (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 25, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 25, 2015

[Report Error]