POETRY

Hunger-Felt Scream

And a Perpetual Search

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The last sip of wine, a devoured touch on my taste-bud,
After the roasted chicken, pulled pork mixture and smashed potato burp,
The table remained full of leftovers and untouched dishes-
Mutton, loaves of bread, veggies, deserts, layers of rice, and unknown platters. Oh, crap!
That’s enough, let it rot in the gutter!
Coming back to my room, I let my head rested on the pillow for a bit, my tired eyes closed down, relaxed in calmness.

I discovered myself in torn clothes, in unshaved dry skinned stature,
Just beside the trash-bin, over-flowed with dirt-
screamed in fear, my mouth opened with painful feelings, open jaws hurt,
I felt an emptiness inside the stomach, a hunger cry,
Looked for food and flesh — I worked with my sense and smell,
Nearby- I could sense thrown rice, cooked but rotten meat smell from the bin.

‘Hey, my hands are reaching out! That’s waste, don’t take it’, my mind uttered,
My stomach said otherwise.
Grabbed rotten meat touched my mouth; I sensed the flesh in tongue-
savoring, each bit of stomach-aching taste, eating…