Treasure Island

nimal dunuhinga

(19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

Heat of Hunger


'Jesus took the Loaves,
Gave thanks,
And distributed them.'

In a bakery the poor baker rolls the dough with water and his sweat.
Bakery owner is a registered miser among the poor folks
Who never throws a bread crumb to a crow.
The stray smoke rises from chimney to the helpless sky in its usual rhythm
And I see a man who sits on the pavement just opposite the bakery.
He must be a homeless and he thinks if he's the baker
Then he could have swallow a cookie easily.
Saliva comes out from his toothless mouth
Like in a leaked urban tap.

Submitted: Friday, July 31, 2009
Edited: Friday, July 31, 2009

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  • Alison Cassidy (8/2/2009 5:30:00 PM)

    Your word painting of this pitiful scene is moving and beautifully written. Your final line is particularly poetic. The reader sees it all and weeps. Love Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (8/1/2009 8:47:00 PM)

    A stunning poem picture of poverty and
    the indifference so often shown to
    the forsaken among us.10/10

    Always your friend,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

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