Go cast a spell of fistful rice, outcasted!
Go cast a spell of fistful rice, outcasted!
Hunger and me, a writhing unruly,
a belly, a body
Feels the gluttony, every time, an omnivorous hungry
Like a scarcity of rain turns slowly a character poem
Into an inferno,
the hunger and the hungry!
Salient a fireball- a parable of hunger and the blister
Burning this body in entirety , entirely
Hand to mouth a life twice daily, nothing else or Maxim Gorky!
Many had warranted plethora: most of them do
Manor, a chariot, wealth and what not, perhaps a covetous eye for a fame
My legal notice from the corner of minority
My and my town, hunger stricken , a navel zone
Rice bowl and the key to imagine directly hot or cold
Fine grain or parboil, flattened shape, lull the red grains of rationed rationalized
No problem with any, once the sounds in the clay with the sounding sound
Twice a fistful of a dream, leaving all, elsewhere
Irrationality I am not greedy,neither I am hedonism, wrapped in sensual shaded luminaire , in the guise of a saree wrapped way low around the waistline, a perverted caution and the underdog persuasion
The whim may belong to the whimsical!
Whoever, whatsoever, whatever is the lofty role!
For your information,
Not for me, and a misfit me,
falling short there, eternally!
If you are not equipped, with this hungry minority
There shall be a mutiny in your bountiful domain to see!
A hunger holds no value in law
and equity!
Ordered and the formulaic functionality!
Every single entity upfront will be a mere try, a hungry and leaving the hungry undisturbed,
the world will see!
Coincidentally if we meet anywhere, by chance only,
A gluttonous hour will be a relishing food to caretaker cause only.
When the biome turns into a mammoth gluttonous key!
To drag a fallible rice bowl,
and only she!
Designates a pattern ,
with an invitee, a grave zeal!
The montage and the picturesque, chronology, your warms are charged up, to gobble them up, to own a version type me!
At last hands on gluttony , with forestry and riverine floodplain !
Out skirt of a town, foot path runs along the legible call out and the call
and the clumsy storm sewer,
the projectile as they fall they fill the role
Walking passerby and a sensual posture of a Venus trap! Fishy and they!
Mounted Flagstaff and wind soaring high
and limosine,
of a food minister and his own by and by!
My hunger and none is belittled in minority with the casualty of the hunger zone!
Go cast a spell of fistful rice, outcasted!
I will tear down the map,
else or you shall see!
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2025
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