Songs of the Hunger

Songs of the hunger
Are not made, but are born
Are sung from the stomach, not heart
Are powerful than anything else

Songs of the hunger
Are crude, rude and natural
They reach the heights and the lows
That are otherwise impossible

Songs of the hunger
Are from the earth and the skies
They bring out the best of what is
Colors and shades, smells and fragrances

Songs of the hunger
Come along with blood and tears
They are the true self of pain and pleasure
They are feelings and emotions ‘songified’

BhaShe