Starving Truth
What’s the taste of a grilled chicken?
Is it same as sands of our heaven?
I wonder what it feels to swim in a clean pool.
Why does everyone see me as a fool?
What’s the taste of sweet grain?
Is it same as those drops of the rain?
I wonder what it feels to be rich.
I always see myself doing beseech.
What’s the taste of a good wealth?
Is it different from our poor health?
I wonder what it feels to eat food every day.
Is it heavenly like what you always say?
What’s the feeling of being me?
Die in hunger under a dry tree.
I wonder why I can’t be like you.
You’re fortunate enough to be so you.
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