Famished Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I have seen them flying by
One by one
Like fevers of a beggar..
I saw them eating away the soul
As if it was a ripe fruit
From the branches of time..
I was helpless
As much as a tide that was
Destined to die crashing its
Head against the rock, pushed
By the wind as its misfortune..
I have sensed them rising
In my arms like earthworms
Dipping their heads
Into the skin to find
A hole to hide their heads…
And succeeded
As night never ended
With sweet dreams
Oh, this hunger game! !