Hunger Poem by Amitava Chakraborty

Gazing at the pale face hung up in hunger
She stretched her bony hand,
Need a soothing motherly touch or much
To thy only decaying lad.

Two living fossils counting their death bell,
Oh! Thou left alone after thy companion’s untimely cessation.
Which angel comes forth to save her only hope
In this feminine stricken Amlasole? - The land of degeneration.

Stood up in a moment she drew a cracked mirror,
Behold her inseparable beauty still exists in physique.
Does she ponder of surrendering to her landlord’s primitive hunger?
Instant money to save thy son! The chance is unique.

Will she really commit a sin or be sent to hell?
At a glance she watched the shrunken lips of her son,
Determined at heart she left the room quietly.
Is she truly to blame for losing the title of an ideal mother
When a fleshly hunger is extinguished for a hunger of fiery belly?



04-08-05

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