Hunger calls!

Hunger calls! short poem

I’m fasting now
for
full four days and
moribund
is my hunger
not me.
First day
I wasn’t tough though,
I thought
it will kill me, but
slowly
I detached myself with this
insatiable hunger,
it’s dying
not me.
The itch to grab
to see, to hear,
to touch,
sometimes even smell,
all senses
transcending to hell
fading,
receding,
I somehow now
feel emancipated,
feel liberated
for no more
I’m its slave
I finally did brave
I am back in time
when I’d time
my fetters are loose
four days and
I just didn’t use
in today’s context
yes, it’s been a while,
feeling mobile
sans
my Mobile.

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A quirky verse this but so true..we are all slowly becoming slaves to technology and its manifestation..Interesting take on breaking free..Hunger calls! Nice! @Abhishek_Jain

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