Hunger the pang

 

Our mother earth gives

For one good grain sown

Hundreds of fresh grains

For our food in return.

 

How many sweet fruits

For a life time she gives

For one seed she takes

As one tree it grows?

 

Any animal on the land

Or any bird on the air

For its morrow's food

Does it take all the care?

 

For the food on the ground

How a crow makes a sound

Of "caw" to call crows around

Just to share what it has found?

 

When big cooked rice balls

An elephant in its mouth takes

A part of it on the floor spills

That feeds hundreds of ants.

 

But when a have on this earth

For his self, the food he hoards,

Doesn't the have-not's mouth

Go unfed for days countless?

 

The food in a pompous feast

A junk of it goes as rubbish.

If this goes to the poor atleast

Will that not fulfill God's wish?

 

The worst pain in the world

Is what the hunger gives

But this can be solved

If we follow the way of crows.

 

~Rajaram Ramachandran~