when I sat up in bed,I was crying
for how long? I do not know,no one came
for quite some time, perhaps because it was
in the late hours of night-
I was hardly four or five
playing more and eating less-
I was crying for food
and then he was by my side-
Father sat patted and said,’what’s the matter dear?
is it something that you fear?
Its not the cold nor heat nor pain,
its hunger you need something to eat…
And so I still feel the taste so sweet
delicious to the root,full juicy was the
tinned mixed fruit…
Father opened the can right there
made me eat with love and care
what else so ready could he get,as
I felt hungry in the middle of the night…
No sooner had I eaten
when all tears were forgotten
I was overtaken by peace
and fell off into a very deep sleep.