Hungry Days Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
Hungry Days
I thought that time would
Not be same again
The worms would not
Eat away my body full
I would not hear the sound
Of suffocation coming
From cold floor
Cemented and cracked
Nothing changed
The tin covered shanty
Did not get a plastic sheet
From the cracked roof
Water still drips over
Sick bodies
Hunger is still biting
Like a poisonous centipede
Nothing has changed
Only the number of
Skeleton has reduced from
Twelve to four
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Beautifully inscribed on hunger and death. Thanks for sharing.
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4/28/2024 3:31:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The pathetic condition of hunger, poverty, disease and death has vividly and vehmently been portrayed in so small a poem. It deserves, definitely, felicitory comments of readers. Tin covered shanty, incapable for checking leakage through the cracks for want of a plastic sheet, water dripping over the sick bodies lying on the cemented and cracked floor, hunger biting like a poisonous centipede - touching expressions....10,