Hungry bony boy
begs his mama for food.
Mama, teary eyed
points to the sun glowing red
Then, give me that bread now
I havent eaten since night
stomach is growling
Let this hot bread cool down son
So far, yet so scorching
it may blister your mouth!
The hot sun journey
and dipped behind the mountain
And waiting for his bread,
bony boy went to sleep hungry again!
-- Late Shri Krishna Kalamb, farmer poet
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