With its own peculiar call
the muscular bag
signals
time it has been for the food
time it has been for something
that could keep it silent.
Silence it needs
and as a devotee
that goes for a pilgrimage
we go out to a place
where they care about our hunger.
Leaving their own hunger
and losing all their inactiveness
they serve us with delicacies
that rinse our tastebuds
putting the grinded thing into our belly.
Constantly poured liquid
settles it down and down
appetite gets a relief
and prepares us for a new deed
that could set a new horizon in our life.
All of this
yet rests upon money
few move their tongues
and devour the served thing
remain yet starved many.
But I'm searching them
who care about hunger
the hunger of others
not for a day or two
but for many other days to come.
a bpb2008 prayas(endeavor).
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