vijay menon - Hungry Boy

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.

vijay menon

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