Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Blackened Hands


Curious what's in the next room,
Aroused by the clanking sound,
Slowly creeps he, heart pounding;
Down came the rice pot bounding.
startled by it, stares around,
Empty stomach and it's noon.
His own blackened tender hand(s)
Down on the floor on damp land
Half-Naked draggy torso,
Searched the pot for a morsel-
Pots, Bowls, jars and all vessel
Not a grain nor a paisa.
Once he was scourged by hunger-
Now I'll treat him with Burger.

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