Hungry as Ever
There are but a handful of people
Who read poetry
In this city of Gods and Demons.
What blares out from the speakers
Are cheap Hindi songs—
You hum them as you commute to work.
In this valley of dust and dirt and shit,
Words have lost their hue,
And lie in the gutter, waiting
For the July rain to carry them off,
Away from the people, who often feast
On cheap notes, hungry as ever.
Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-06-22 at 14:32
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