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Starving by Bohdan Yuri 2021-04-05 10:34:54 |
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Flowing silk saris Surround painted faces, Baubles and bangles Still hang from the past. Starving Crowds bumped apart, Hands waved in flight, Life’s a mirage As street children play. Starving Outcasts still live In shadows of fear, Wives can be murdered, A child even tortured. Starving Arms half stretched, Beggars learn for free, That life takes back What seems so certain. Starving Fakirs set standards For fools in abstraction, Black holes exist In lost corner squares. Starving Eyes in wide comas March monsoon parades, Religion is strifed With conflicts that cry. Starving They bathe in the Ganges To cleanse tainted souls, Yet cows still remain Life’s most sacred tolls. Starving Each day’s a feast But lost in charades Why bother to change Most Indian ways.

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