Have you ever eaten
A bowl of stale boiled rice
Sprinkled with a pinch of salt?
No? It’s not your fault!
Abundance carries this sinless vice.
Oh, it’s tastier than the nectar
Desired by gods in sky
Drilled from the deepest sea
With the pot they did flee
To the corners of Indian land
dry!
You’ve not known hunger
An inferno in empty stomach that blows
That raises thousand silent cries
To the ends of body that fire flies
To rich dining tables it never draws close
A village child ate it
When he returned from local school
That waiting stale plate
For a car-carried child an object of hate
That soaked, salted yesterday’s rice cool!
Xavier Bage
Thurs, April 28, 2016
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