Hunger Pangs Poem by Upendra Majhi

I remember all my hunger pangs,
In the field, in the school,
Hunger kills your soul,
Strangely not only your mind,
Hunger of human or parahuman dogs,
Is man made,
God made humans.
Poem on hunger is plain vanilla,
Like hunger,
It has no hierarchy of verbal sophistication.
Very few poets have tried poems on hunger
It is not aesthetics,
Nor Godliness,
Nor romanticism,
Nor mysticism.
To write on hunger,
Like the present one, all poems on hunger
Are drab, banal, commonplace, boring
And does not belong to hall of fame,
Dies in premature
Like a river in desert.