Hunger Poem by HASNAIN AAQIB

Hunger, whenever this bloody monster calls

Reasoned by poverty or or good time's sudden falls



None can dodge this towered inferno's palm

When the belly-pipes scream, out of twistig spasm

Legs tremble, prudence dances with body's every part

Lifeles, eager, lying on concious's faining cart.



When hunger strikes, none on earth fairly cares

For even post, and equals the level of street beggers

It less differs a man from a little crying child

And draws behind being to go crazy and wild.

His empire, a great king can towards it hurl

To exchange a loaf and make a timely curl.



Lo, friend, hunger only can coward rival

A thousand virtues, to assure its own survival.



Hasain Aaqib