Ro Hith కవిత

Saturday English Poem- Hunger/ Ro Hith Hunger: is a burning hut in violent rain. is a deserted highway lit by streetlights. is the empty room with a living clock. Come close listen to my stomach: A great machine digging the ground A factory with revolving gigantic wheels A slum demolished by diabolic juggernauts All the pages of history rapidly flipped A cuckoo crying in the middle of sleep. Place hand on my tummy and feel: The wall of a fort being battered down The kicks of shapeless infant from inside A divine stream that connects all life forms The sacrifice of a fictious goat to the goddess of hunger.

by Ro Hith



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