Stained by hunger,
The splash of virus dried out to an insignificant dot on their white khadi
They can’t have more, their stomach is full— full of hunger
Their bodies are not driven by food,
Their legs tread hearing stomach’s rumble
The people crossed gutters, jumped over broken roads
The pits in the broken road are now cemented,
Cemented by starvation,
Cemented by hopes,
Cemented by slippers that have lost the feet on which they were worn.
They who went out in the search of bread have lost their breaths
Their breathless bodies demand an answer,
An answer for their hunger
An answer for their treads,
And answer for which they had lost their breaths.
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