Hunger

Certainly, it’s everywhere, right? All over the world?

Yes, someway or the other. I read a report about it. I saw it in the street today. 

Oh! I met it last year while travelling. I saw the eyes filled with it.

I watched a documentary last week. Does it quench? It depends on gnawing a hundred holes.

Was it in the past? Yes, of course. Though things were different, so what? 

Though you distance yourself, you ignore it, you overlook it, you avoid it somehow. 

Yet, it remains at the corner of your heart, in the prick of your heart, in your searching eyes, in the crevices of your brain. 

Reflected in anger, frustration, impatience, shrieks, stress, sentences, sights, rights. Sometimes in silence, sometimes out of sight. Condemned to live by comrades of dying.

At times it becomes unpronounceable.

What else? 

Suppose we are able to measure it, then what?

Escaped to be entrapped. In any case, shot in war. 

Faces, could you recognise any?

Carrying continuously, from here to there. Keep a low-pressure area on the surface life.

Can it be divided?

Licking the pavements, swallowing the insults, digesting the injustices, biting the bitten heart.

Leaving nothing for the vulture, nothing to be eaten, except plastic.

On the other hand, the world goes by and we move on.