Hunger why can't you know my moods.
Why do you only come to me when I'm so broke.
The yummy food, the appetizing scent from good eating places only make my appetite to even be more high.
When I have enough money, then my appetite is thrown away.
I try to eat my stop fails to allow me.
Is it really true that food for the stomach and stomach for food God will destroy them together?
Dear hunger why do you allow me to get into the wilderness of starvation. Forced to fast when I'm not willing?
I just can't resit hungry lion or KFC.
So hunger please notice my moods because its not fair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem