Hunger Hunting...

Dear diary,

Woke up as usual,

Had breakfast.

And the thing is,

I got a few red apples.

That's one of my favourite,

I ate with happiness

Even though it tastes sour.

In the afternoon. . .

I opened Facebook

Again red apples. . .

The red apples stick on to my mind,

How the people ate rotten bananas

From the ashcan

Hunger. . .

Daily wages were locked,

The needy's needs are locked

Hunger everywhere.

For hunger, everything tastes good

They never differentiate soar, rotten, etc.

Feed the needy -not by money

But by action.

I pray to God to provide  all needy 

To sweep out the hunger.

With the thought of hunger in the heart

Closing you dearie. . .

diary. . .