Poem by Abha Das Sarma

The Wait

As I write
Someone, somewhere
Waits-
I imagine "What it is";, to say
Hungry and stay, that way
And if-
She could be, my friend
At lunch
A table well laid-
When asked
"Are you a vegetarian", I remark
Hunger has no caste-
It eats, itself, and lasts
Longer than
You and I, ever thought.

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Abha Das Sarma lives in Bangalore, India. 
An engineer and management consultant by profession, writing is what makes her happy and fulfilled.

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