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. Click on the file below to listen to Abha read her poem: ![]()
![]() 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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