The Hungry Soul
Once “The hungry soul “
Entered in gods own country.
There are lots of pretty people.
Have a lot of luxuries,
Huge mansions,
Lush green granaries
With wings of complete liberty
But nobody there to give,
A handful of rice,
A glassful of water,
The soul is from the wild den or
The soul is from neighborhoods
In need of food
The soul took cereals and pulses.
The camera eyes caught it
Would it be forgiven? the social systems
Little cereals
Little pulses
Little salt….need of,
A hungry small stomach.
In tears, the starved man remains
“Hits on Hungry stomach”..
“Hits on Hungry stomach”..
No rules to put out the hunger?
No country...No religion...No humanity
All thrashed him
All thrashed him
O” God you left the place...
Sorry to the hungry soul.
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