poetic hunger by cyclopseven
mama, “ I am hungry.
Give me some bread and a cup of coffee”.
Many say, its just a sentence.
when I asked
“hunger kills me mama
wot my stomach have sinned
I know not mama but please mama
spare me a manna so to death goes my hunger
and hot coffee in a cup to halt my tremble”.
now that’s poetry
says many.
I asked again,
“will hunger speaks poetry
when the stomach grumbles in emptiness?”
they say nothing.
“that’s a poetry too”
at least for me.
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The manner may differ but the message is the same.Manner or message?
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