Wild Flowers/04: It Is An Offense Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal
Wild Flowers/04: It Is An Offense
Never waste food in the plate
don't pour milk
on phallic symbol of Shiva
it's an offense
millions cry for a spoon of milk
billions sleep empty stomach.
No doubt, money is yours
but resources belong to society
you have no right to waste,
Indian ethos also prohibits
wasting food
or leaving unconsumed in the plate.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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