A child weeps on
the bamboo floor
while mother
looks at the empty pot.
Father comes home
from the storm
stooping
like his lonely boat.
Hunger is the first and greatest need of the human to being satiated! ! Sad, very sad! ! !
Thanks, Thomas. The images go back to the fishermen in the village. Mother and child are waiting for a father to come home, wantng to find if he is able to make a catch which they can sell for a living. But the father comes home without any catch. Maybe this kind of image is not found in your society but it is real in many other societies in the globe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i know all too well of the image of hunger, a simple need yet deprived of many, beautiful yet sad poem