Hunger Poem by Namita Rani Panda

Isn't the happy home of hunger
Is the empty belly of the poor
That's maximum twelve inches long
Six inches across, can hold a quart of food to the maximum?
But hunger makes it incredibly larger
To hold a stormy sea of super power
That drowns morality of even titanic stature
Hundred venomous serpents sting violently
The deadliest wildfire blazes ceaselessly
That irrepressibly maddens
That pitilessly tortures
A green forest full of dreams
Turns to a dreary desert of dead desires
Hunger tormentingly tears their future
Like a meat slicer
Like a python it devours conscience
As if a cyclone it shakes and uproots existence
A blood sucking bug incredibly inhumane
That reduces the unfortunate to a living skeleton
With sunken sockets and hollowed cheeks
A living scarecrow he's, emaciated and pitifully weak
It strides valiantly in the hovels and huts
In the slums and streets
To pacify it is not a big deal
Just a pinch of sympathy, a square of meal
But it will continue to reign
As long as it's a vote bank, a means of personal gain
Isn't it the best theme also to gain name and fame?