! ## Mute Hunger Poem by Rema Prasanaa

it is all related to supply and demand...surplus and shortage. the 'short' and 'in excess' ends may not be on spot; may be distance apart not easy to link but still wasting food- rich life fuel as rema says- is definitely an unpardonable crime. every one in society should listen to this call

Wow! ! ! ! .......this one punches the message out, and I couldn't agree with you more..Many are turning a blind eye to what goes on around them...until it happens to them it doesn't effect them....by reading this...it should. Perfectly penned piece that contains truth and understanding..which brings hope to so many less fortunate in this world. Thanks for sharing and pointing it out to us all Rema....keep expressing your soul my friend.......*10++ Best wishes Jon

Rema, please accept my congratulations for selecting this beautiful topic. i really appreciate that you write about these things. it is very important that we all discuss these things over and over again and let people realize what they are doing wrong. well done. it surely deserves a 10.

HI Rema Prasanna A timely topic, very relevant to our present situation.I think we have to have a deep thought about our extravagance inm wasting very thing we have.Good poem with a punch. thnaks for sharing Greetings Satheesan rangorath.

This is something that those of us in the west are familiar with. We have been aware of this for some time and we actually do have some voluntary programs to this effect. It is no where near enough. As for your poem. I would rather your poem be a bit more clear in its wording. A poem with a purpose like this one, can't afford to be misunderstood. GW62

an eyeopener, definitely will move us into action

Great poem for great cause! Reminded my poems(to some extent) MY MOMENTS & MY SWEAT. sathya narayana

Wastage of food is against all moralities, religion also condemn if we disrespect food, Good you have taken up this cause to invoke awareness, I hope this reaches far and wide and the poor souls handcuffed with hunger are relieved… Abha

life shriveled, cry for food hear my heart from unknown souls................ yet the hunger fledges the fire soul yet at criss-cross redoubts the grave tears gleans ruefully across the living still rags the life reeking the rage in the belley................wonderful poetry with the metaphors that flows terribly piecing the rich valley, yet ingenious unnerves the heart, peace flecks away abruft when inflicted upon, great write, i do admire as when humanistic appellation, ++, thanks for sharing

hunger, that's the largest religion on earth! read my poem world's largest religion