The Hungry Me
The claustrophobia of your resistance,
I wallow in desperation for your countenance,
What I have I done to deserve this rejection?
I hoped you'll fill me with love but I died of emaciation,
I should've listened to my instinct and should've been pragmatic,
I should have known, that like the fickle weather, you too are erratic,
You ripped my heart and stole what was rightfully mine,
I lament in sorrow, but it was I that trusted you, so I shouldn't whine.
Just when I thought that you couldn't care less,
You came back, I hoped you'd clear the mess,
But you were standing there clicking away photos,
I saw you and could hardly wince at the irony life throws,
I saw your Reebok shoes and saw my bare foot,
While I silently reminded myself that my chances to eat are next to moot,
I see you throw food because of your distaste,
Such a diabolical crime, what a waste!
I could ponder over this all day,
But before I begin to think, you click away,
You hashtag, share and write about it,
And decided the caption that seemed fit,
"Help this hungry kid. Like this picture."
Hearts melt, your work gains popularity, you become richer!
“Like, share and subscribe!”, you bellowed,
While death silently crept behind me, slowly it followed!
I don’t think I’ll last long,
And fret not, I’m not saying that what you did was wrong
You could’ve remembered that I was your muse, your unseen partner,
While you splurged on riches, everyday had a scrumptious dinner,
There was me, who hoped just to live a day longer,
As I resigned to fate and was dead because of hunger!
Raghavendra B S