Some sit
waiting for food
Some gather
around it
Some eat
whatever there is, alone.
To some
even the aroma is a blessing
And for some
tables laden with delicacies
While to
some
Nothing but
mere edibles.
Some eat
totally idle and quiet
Some are
cheerful and jolly
Some hear chatter
far off
Others slip
into rugs to sleep
Some overeat
to no limits
Killing
even the need to sleep.
For some the
wait lasts forever
For others it’s
party time till ever.
And for the God forsaken ones,
It’s a burden
of chains and hunger!
Saqii
28 jan 2015 11:11pm
