Appetite Poem by Vivek Haldar

He would even eat the covering of a hair's skin,
If he gets, he would eat even months and years,
He would eat even the remaining well-being of someone unwell,
He would eat even the sadness of an untimely dying heart,
He can eat even the barrels of Naxalites,
He would eat the fun of childhood,
He would eat the shawl of old age,
Leave aside shyness, He would eat even the style of shameless,
and if it's possible to put it on plate, he will eat even a thought