HUNGER

I saw through the brimming eyes of the child

standing alone on the pavement-with no tree left to shelter him

I saw the will to live, against hunger

the voracity to achieve lay hidden by the instincts of survival

I saw the invariable itch for love

and saw him being overlooked

by the passers-by

with their souls empty and stomachs full

I stood there and watched him die a hundred deaths

but no one was there to shed a tear on this heart rending funeral

And, still his ordeal continues with the dawn

of a fresh morn....