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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It was a cold winter's day, the wind howled Sky missing hiding above, the dark clouds that were pelting rain had revenge on mind the cold, wet city was like a death-trap for the aged and homeless with no place to go and cover themselves with blanket on a soft warm bed with double pillows and a full stomach with warm homemade food Roopsingh, an old man of eighty-odd years was shivering under the scant covers all day there were no passersby because of the biting cold and incessant rain, to give a few coppers or leftovers, the hunger within him was growing as his shivering did, he could hear the growls his belly was making under protest The wind had picked up driving the rain onto the footpath where Roopsingh lay sprawled drenched to the bone unable to protect himself from the vagaries of nature the shivering had increased and his teeth were starting to chatter, not a whole lot of them were left though with advancing age breath passing through his missing teeth, whistling A streak of lightning split the dark blinding Roopsingh temporarily followed by a loud thunderclap that shook the buildings and rattled doors and windows to a fall The deafening sound almost took his breath away leaving an echo in his ears. Roop's poor belly growled just as the wind howled he moaned with guttural pain losing sense Roop wondered how many have gone unfed and how many have to bear the bitter cold, he was still concerned about others forgetting his own predicament of gut-wrenching pain and cold body shivers Morning papers carrying a small caption, "Rain claims one more life on deadly footpath", missed the point, Roop died of unfed hunger. Hunger is a worldwide problem unsolved Many die of hunger among the poor The rich have enough food to eat and throw away the rest with scant concern for the needy and the poor, a dangerous trend the habit of eating less and leaving more on the plate must be condemned strictly and awareness raised regarding the poor
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