Who’ll feed me?

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A small café out in the suburbs, I owned

sunshine hues ushered in a happy mood

regular clientele stayed loyal

life was modest, yet I was content, until last year.

Life has never been the same since,

with the doors of my café forced shut

the pandemic’s shadow cast a gloomy spell,

 lockdown came as an inexorable curse.

The affluent, whine about being confined indoors

but think not about the many like me.

I, who once served meals to so many

today, struggle to feed myself!

Sadje’s What do you see #78

V.J’s weekly Challenge : I’m Bored



A haiku poem in response to ronovanwrites weekly haiku challenge # 225, using the prompt words hunger & Strike


The wait is long

the clock strikes on oblivious

to worldly issues


hungry mouths implore

the eyes scan for a morsel

starving stomachs groan


each day a struggle

against tears and hunger

a forlorn saga.




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