! ## Mute Hunger - Poem by Rema Prasanaa
An ache perforates veins deep
Blood cold as moods of night
tears fall on food I eat
tears fall on food withered
Filled platters, piled up trash bins
Plastic flash cards' redeemed poise
Classy high end festive foyers
Dim lit reckless long end revelry
Minds relaxed on refined comforts
jaded dried leaves spread apart
life shriveled, cry for food
hear my heart from unknown souls
bracing measures count on scales
reversed ravage Friday flings
cried my mind on third world famine
poor souls' handcuffed hunger
Mute, deaf, dumb hunger
Strange unknown silent anguish....
Genuine thud on unarmed door steps
Benign heart you listen please....
Don’t, don’t waste fuel of life
Dear reader friends,
All over the world humans throw food to trash boxes, listen the cries of hunger, please don’t waste food, it is precious... Millions are dying in the third world of hunger.
A fresh estimate from the ministry of food processing says a whopping Rs 58,000 crore (Rs 580 billion) worth of agriculture food items get wasted in India every year resulting artificial demand, price hike and food shortage. People below poverty line are the sufferers.
Private consulting firm Rabo India Finance has prepared the food wastage report and presented it to the ministry.Quoting from the report, Minister of State for Food Processing told the Parliament that the fact that such a huge quantity of food items goes as waste in the country is an eye-opener.
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