Hunger

A little boy I met today
shabbily dressed in rags not cloth,
He wore no shoes to my dismay
as he trudged on a stony path.

His face reflected long starvation
as he hadn't eaten for days he swore,
Being in such pitiful condition
surprisingly still a smile he wore.

His grief in that smile he drowned
the depth of which one couldn't tell,
For little food he only begged
for which instantly at my feet he fell.

He only wished for grains handful
so that his hunger could suffice,
The boy's struggle for one mouthful
had me the importance of food realise.

His miserable plight moved me to tears
and I offered him a novel meal,
He feasted over with great cheer
thanking God for that deal
Indira Shukla

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

good job for your age......

Sharmila Kumar said...

You know..you should really publish your poems... seriously... you have a talent!! may be one day we'll have your poem in our text books! =D [Atleast i hope so!]

Anonymous said...

OYEEEE!! U are so amazing.....didnt know u write so well. Damn Girl.......these poems are so touching....i love em.

aks.fuelled24*7! said...

hmmm ......so never even forget even the fact or a small effort from ur side that when u go to a restaurant n something is just extra for u n u leave it off there for it to go into dust bin....instead ask him to pack it n give n just give it to someone on roadside when u r returning home...!!!!!!!!thats my advice to yu n all who read ur blog(hope everyone already does that but felt like saying it)