Food For Thought

The fifteenth portion of the world goes without a square meal a day.
Many sleep with the ambition of succeeding to provide for the next day for their family. Half of our stored grains rot in the storages unutilized judiciously for months.

Drought-hit lands cry for the mercy of a single meal but we cannot help them because the far-fetched lands lack the visibility of transportation in out advanced society.
We can but put out feelers from so-called developed nations and click pictures of vultures waiting by the remains of an unnourished skeleton to adorn the drawing rooms of an artistic second-half of a compassionate role-model.

Sentiments ooze out of my adrenalin when I see someone waste food in front of me.
With due diligence to social factors governing my surroundings I observe restraint on an upbeat encounter of such weeds of extravagance!

I, herein, dedicate the sarcasm on all those beloved brothers and sisters to whom, unwittingly, I have conferred the title of "Hypocrites".


Ask for a drop of dream?
Have it in my feast with cream.

Entry is free for all who wish,
Start it all with anyone dish!

As you like with the menu from top...
Or bottom, Until your tummies' Stop!

Tongue and Nose quarrel over a choice,
My eyes topple over each voice -
"Don't mind if you don't like a thing,
Shove it to a bin with a fling."

Proud of the token on the table laid,
Loud with thought - "Well Said!",
I approach a few of rare wine in red,
"Some countries have ration with dry bread..."
- Someone whispers to spoil my mood.
I look like a beggar among all food.


I would rather vent my anger in the pages of my diary than to create a pandemonium on a wanton cluster of unerudite species who have not lived to see hunger in the face.

Disclaimer:-
This composition is in no way intended to hurt the feelings of any individual living or dead, and, has no resemblance to anyone I know personally, and, is not based on any statistics !!