Sitting in my comfortable couch, Trying to get a solutionfor my boredom, I changed channels from one to another, That's when,I heard shrieking from men and women, From a land far away. Carrying there children in their hands, They are rushing to get all the help they can have, Those children have deep holloweyes, And with just skin and bones, We can count the ribs that they have got.
While the governments are busy to show off their political strength and power, Parents are selling children to satiate their hunger, They go door to door to ask if anyone needs a child, So that they can find some money to feed another child. Mothers are helpless Fathers are hopeless, Public is clueless, Governments show no remorse as if they are guiltless, And me, writing a poem on it is pointless! Unless, We satisfy those hungry eyes and stomach with love and food regardless, Of age,caste,creed,color, nationality, religion or sex. -JMJ