6 January, 2019
I’m crying Not to make a big noise
Or not to make you annoyed
But to ask for something
For my little tummy
Which has been empty
For long
As the hunger
I can bear no more
I’ve no mum, no dad
No kith or kin to feed me
My empty little tummy can’t
Bear up your hard toe shoe
When you kick me out
Tell me why you
Well-dressed, good-looking
Gentlemen
Do as beings with no hearts
If I asked for a
Quarter of your sumptuous lunch
Or anything that big
Hit me hard, knock me down
If not dear, mercifully
Throw me a little thing eatable
Which I’ll swallow
Quickly with joy
I’m just a little
Lonely kitten
In your grand office’s
Lunchroom
- N.A.A.P.K. Nedurana