Hungry Boy Poem by vijay menon

Hungry Boy

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He sits outside his shanty
Dark skinned in tattered clothes
Hair dishevelled eyes soaked in tears
Hunger making him cry
But now he had no energy left
Even to cry,

His mother left the hut
With his toddler sister in her arms
To beg at a nearby temple
If she is lucky she will get some food
For all, else she will return empty handed
With lot of invective to blurt.

In a city with so much to eat
Rich wasting on parties and marriages
There are some who battle all their life
For just a morsel of food to live.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dhanya M G 29 October 2009

I have always felt this, the rich are least bothered about lifting the spirit of humanity, rather they toil hard to lift the spirit! !

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Sandra Martyres 05 October 2009

This is such a sad tale of want amid an ostentatious display of wealth...very well presented Vijay.....I am sure your piece will touch the hearts of a lot of people...hopefully

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Ted M 28 August 2009

If the fortunate of us, just keep aside a little for the unfortunate ones, that'll go a long way to save them hunger. nice write.

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a touching poem..and your strong words and thoughts always said at the end of your poems....well said

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rago rago 18 June 2009

painful to go through........ yet there are many people suffer daily........ well penned.......

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