Poetry

Metaphor of Life

Under the hot tropical Sun

I saw a girl

Who was hungry

Her face and skin were burning

She was poor

She had no money to buy food

Her hunger had no creed

Her poverty had no religion

Yes, she was hungry

That made her disabled

She was unable to cope with the society

Because she hadn’t had enough money to feed herself.

 

                                                                           ~ Monalisa Parida

                                                                              India

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