</>Forced by my long-starving children’s cries
I plucked a coconut from my neighbour’s grove.
As I climbed down the tree, the neighbour caught me
And broke my head with the same tender coconut.
My children saw. Their cries grew louder.
Their cries and the wails of my grieving starving wife
Travelled from my hut to the hospital’s porch
And thence to the public graveyard. Seemed no one heard the cries!
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