A Morsel
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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you're no good
A drop of tear fell on his food
earn your meal or go to hell
in his mouth froze the morsel
the swallowed burned in his pit
wished he could vomit
then pouring they came
raindrops of shame
flooding the part eaten meal
crushing his will
ever to live again
in hunger's pain.
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