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
patient strategic planning
predatory skills sharpened
hunger pangs satiated
A Tanka for Colleen’s Tuesday photo prompt #178
Food was a luxury for them!
Shweta’s 6 word story prompt: Food
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.