Starved Stomachs

Starved Stomachs

A Poem by Raj Sahu
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This poem shows the dark side of humanity and the bad effect of poverty.

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The eyes were constantly searching,
Searching for the food to quench the appetite.
But the stony passers were ignoring
the hungry mouths, imagining of a bite.

Poverty has become an antagonist,
In the story of starved stomachs.
Each character and himself the protagonist
Just thinks and their thumbs they suck.

The eyes shed bitter tears
And their hearts complained to the Lord,
"O Almighty! Are we lacking in prayers
or had done the deeds so abhorred?"

Unbeatable crying, but still lives the hope
And it will live until breaks the life's rope.

© 2019 Raj Sahu


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Raj Sahu
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Very moving
Hunger seems to be all around us where ever we live and travell
Old people here
Do they spend money on eating or Heating
They live in cold houses temperatures below freezing wearing hats, coats and gloves.
Food from the "Food Bank"

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Raj Sahu

1 Year Ago

Thanks for such a wonderful review!
Wild Rose

1 Year Ago

My pleasure young man



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Perhaps a random comment, but I love the color purple. :) With that said, I'm not sure if that was the best color choice for these words on poverty... regardless you delivered your message concisely and clearly. As I tell to anyone with rhyming poems, I'm very picky and critical of rhymes; in general, it's not my cup of tea. However, it didn't bother me so much in this poem, and I rather liked the pair of Lord and abhorred as it's unusual and is somewhat of a juxtaposition.
I do hope that poverty among other atrocities and unfortunate realities will be solved one day, but I believe that for that to happen, every person much individually act, even if in a small way, rather than to simply wish with inactive hope that others will take up the task.. In the end we are hypocrites such as the passerby imagining a bite..

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Raj Sahu

10 Months Ago

Thank you so much!
A very moving piece. Captures the desperation and sense of desertion that those in dire poverty must feel.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Raj Sahu

10 Months Ago

Thank you so much!
Raj, I like your thought that you expressed through your poem.
"Unbeatable crying, but still lives the hope & it will live until breaks the life's rope. I really like this stanza in your poem because it holds really depth meaning in a simple manner.
Keep Writing & Stay Connected! : )

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Raj Sahu

11 Months Ago

Thank you!
I hate those people who are not ignoring those hungry ,I hate those stony peoplebut I like your poem it is nice . Keep writing (smiles)😊😊😊😊.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Raj Sahu

1 Year Ago

Thank you.
Ignoring grammar problems, this poem literally hits in the gut. Your words are poignant, powerful and the reader can feel the pain.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Raj Sahu

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much.
Dhara_Ditzy Kat

1 Year Ago

You’re welcome
(Micky) I enjoy starved stomachs when its not mine.I hope they die

Posted 1 Year Ago


The Immortal  Phoenix

1 Year Ago

(Jeff) poverty is awesome
The Immortal  Phoenix

1 Year Ago

(Micky) starve the poor.
Raj Sahu

1 Year Ago

(Raj) Jeff, give all your money then.
And dear Micky I will starve you to death! 💀
Very nice. Reminds me of living in North Korea, there was barely any food to sustain us. We often resorted to cannibalism and eating grass and even human flesh

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Raj Sahu

1 Year Ago

So sad! 😔 Thanks for your review.
You've grabbed us by our own well ordered lives
And forced our minds to horrors past our smiles
the word we know the bitterness derives
and unimagined grief of youthful trials

But, even though the fragile shard is broke
with hesitation clearly holding sway.
There moves the blur of tears in which to cloak
all notions of the games the passers play

Now is it true denouement at the end?
Or do we hold the truth by just a thread?
We watch the well-fed sneak on past the bend
to look beyond and see not what they dread

Engaging, how you’ve laid this wound so bare.
One can’t deny the truth at which we stare.


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Raj Sahu

1 Year Ago

Wonderful poem!! Thank you very much.
This gave me tears! Such a great write on such a big and pressing subject. So much emotion that you brought out in your words and implications. Thanks for sharing with us

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Raj Sahu

1 Year Ago

Thanks a lot.
I was often starved by my mother and step-father. If they suspected that I stole food, they'd make me throw it up. And then one of their cruel punishments was holding food in my mouth, but I couldn't swallow it. If I did swallow it, they'd beat me black and blue. We had enough for food despite being poor but they took joy in seeing my brother, sister, and me suffer.

It's everywhere.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Raj Sahu

1 Year Ago

This is a different case. How's one's parents be so cruel? Can you explain me more about this case?
 송지석 / Ji-Suk

1 Year Ago

I don't know why she was abusive to me and my siblings. She grew up being beaten, but that's no excu.. read more
Raj Sahu

1 Year Ago

She was a devil in disguise!

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Tags: Poverty, Hunger, Starvation, Tears, Hope

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Raj Sahu

Burhanpur, Madhya Pradesh, India



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