Ah,
How
Hunger
Hits
With
Its fists
On
My tummy
That
Calls out
Helplessly
For
Food.
My Face
Was
Covered
With
The veil
Of
Craving.
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Hunger stretches a multidimensional metaphor. Face is always covered, but the desire burns the whole entity behind the veil. Beautiful, excellent and superb. The real picture of hungry generation. Hunger is the word, carries the meaning of substituting the earth. Hunger but stay behind the veil, don't expose it. Third-world embargo. Never try to expose. First the rebellion, second the question of chastity. Thank you very much. A well-written logical poem. Rather the anti-poetry. Well-done. Regards, 10++ Apoet Bangla