No More Mannas Poem by Tony Adah
No More Mannas
Today I have not eaten
My survival is on the stale remnants
In my spine drawn stomach
People are praying for me
Without doing anything about my hunger
I am famished
It is long Mannas fell from heaven
There is doubt
If in my lifetime
It will rain with hales
I am not perfect than a human being
My journey at last will be made
On an empty stomach
If I do not make heaven
It is not that I am a sinner.
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