I am hungry, My stomach is burning
I cannot provide anything to eat to satiate my yearning
If I cannot get the due energy
I will surely die
I only can cry
But if I need to survive
I have to secure my food to ensure the nutrients required for me to thrive
I will no longer survive to produce an exquisite synergy
Where in nature’s floor
Magic perhaps we humans can experience in galore!
I am feeling like eating even my own offspring
I cannot afford to render any passion towards my own organic rhythm
I could evidently envisage
My entity is in threat by an emerging presage
I am on the brink of despondence
I need to get rid of such belligerent ambiance!
Finally, I started to act like a seed
From cotyledon, I learnt how I eventually feed
In my genetic configuration
I learnt how the placenta helps me to develop in the fetus with jubilation!
My strength truly lies in the fetus of the past
I can sense through my cerebral how the past hovers on living in robust
Ignoring it only can pave the way for my extinction in aghast
Abruptly it will envelop me
I hardly can promote that I do exist in nature’s spree
None will remain to script my obituary
I only overwhelmingly realize it in hard reality
That I never appear in small letters to summarize my grand odyssey!
Debasish -my brother
Such a beautiful poem
It does make me sad at your hunger – seems a perpetual problem for artists.
Alan