Hunger | A Poem by SK Niazi
Standing on tiptoes,
Watching curiously
Over millions of heads,
I saw people gathering
And moved into the crowd
In the loud voices of
Singing, clapping, and rejoicing,
A young damsel
With her smart belly
Dancing under a cloud of money,
Encircled by smiling faces
Of poor folks
With pockets full
And generous hands.
I rubbed my eyes twice—
This was not a dream.
I laughed loudly
At the hunger of the poor,
Which lies somewhere else,
Rather than
In their blamed tiny stomachs.
(SK Niazi)