Hungry

Father has gone to work with his lazy paces Giving each child a kiss with tears welling Up in the dry cavities of his dimming eyes; Mother is sitting at the door looking for a Known passerby to ask for a rupee to buy Rice for the children and hungry in-laws; Children are chasing away the mangy dogs Towards the dilapidated shop of the butcher; The smell of smoke has not yet risen from Hearth and they fall on mother's lap one by one. Someone tossed a coin; sound is that of a Conch shell being blown in His temple; No worry, there is enough wood for the hearth.