In the warm comforts of our home we tend to forget the value of food, as we lick ice creams and pounder on exotic foods. But when we go out and open our eyes to the world, where just a grain of rice is considered priceless, we turn our heads away.


The Monster in My Stomach

I feel so hungry,
The monster in my stomach groans,
Oh mamma! where are you?
You wen't for firewood,
And since haven't returned,
For two and a half weeks,
We haven't touched a grain,
We are growing thinner,
With our bones,
Sticking to our skin,
No one in the world spared us food,
Or even a penny,
They looked at us with pity,
And went back on their way,
Poeple with cameras did come,
To pose with us and said,
"Who will save them?"
"What is the government doing?"
But then didn't care,
To spare us some bread,
My younger sister slept hungry,
And hasn't woken up since,
Oh mamma! where are you?,
The monster in my stomach groans.

Author: Kshiti Dubey
Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh (A.P.)
Copyright (c): Kshiti Dubey







Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2008-07-23 at 12:33

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Kathy Lockhart
my dear you are a beautiful and caring poet. Your expressions throughout this poem brought to life the suffering that goes on in the world. Bless you dear one. xxkathy
2008-08-28