One piece of bread a day / Was all I had,Sometimes I would break it in half,Sometimes, I could make it toast,My children's bellies full / My stomach churning,I drank water / To calm the burning,I had more than most / Reminding myself of those,Who have a handful of rice / Once a week,They know fear / They know pain,They know hunger / Far better than I ever could।
Alisha Rose's poem, Hunger, brings out the essence of a grave problem that plagues not only India, but the entire world.
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