Not a morsel for her
every grain hath been shared,
the empty plate shines
reflecting her freckled face…
mockingly it shows
her vulnerability
saddened eyes
painted with poverty…
pangs of hunger make noise
the rattle of unfilled stomach
is heard
even if disguised…
laughs the empty plate
at the cruel fate
what a destined day!
Where the world feasts
and
I remain starving for days…
wish I was a possession of a proud kitchen
decked with sumptuous dishes to succor
for then,
I would not have been so vindictive
cursing my owner,
the famished being …
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