Hunger Pang

A mother's painful efforts to earn for her hungry son

Shabby Clothes and dishevelled hair,

She cried to God that life is unfair.

She knocked several doors to get a job,

All she met were callous snobs.

The baby in her arms looked so frail,

Her heart throbbed with his hungry wail.

With no milk no porridge since days,

She knew the ugly life she had to brace.

She knocked a door once again,

Knowing well that she will end in pain.

She entered the room as she had no choice,

The stranger closed the door without a noise.

Tears streamed down her face as she laid on his bed,

She still smiled, satisfied, as her son will now be fed.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a heartbreaking tale of what some people have to do to survive (especially women, who get "stuck" with the burden of supporting children, many times). Self-righteous people are critical of those who engage in prostitution, but this is a "crime" of necessity, for sure. Nobody chooses this life . . . it chooses you. Your portrayal of how this comes to be in someone's life is shown realistically, with compassion. Hopefully, anyone who reads this will also be able to feel understanding.

[Fathima Fara]

Thanks for the insightful review barleygirl :)

[Shabeeh Haider]

A very heart breaking write. One of the harsh realities of life, and the sacrifice a mother would undergo to see that her child will not sleep hungry

[Devanshu Rajput]

Such a nice yet sad poem. A man taking benefits if the conpulsions of a woman. Cruel image of our society.

Thanks for writing this.

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[Fathima Fara]

Thanks Devanshu. Indeed, women are compelled due to their circumstances into such horrenduous acts!