The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Nov 30, 2006
The Meals
It has been raining,
Three days,
Six meals;
There are only two.
Somehow the kids are safe,
Safe with the midday meal of school.
What is for the parents?
Their every day is their own;
They make it in whole day,
They use it at night.
Dark backyard;
Only one kerosene lamp,
Like the lonely star in the sky;
Two kids are at homework,
Good students.
Wheat cakes are being made;
The father is beside the hearth.
Speechless eyes look at each other;
The burnt cake is blamed,
Blamed the father,
He creates such heaven.
Sudden thought of future meal.
Only a day;
Hope there will be sun tomorrow,
The very hope is made of God;
God lives in heaven.
It has been raining three days;
They have two meals more,
They are two kids, father and mother,
The poverty in monsoon.
