A Terrible Fire

The girl next door

Couldn't stand hunger,

She howled for food,

When her mother

Beat her up

All the time shouting

'There's nothing to eat

Wait till father comes home.'

I signalled her

To come over

She fell upon the rice

We served, taking generous helpings

Wolfing everything down,

Soon she was crying,

Whether from the joy

Of dousing the terrible fire

Or the shame of being fed

By a neighbour

I could not tell

by Prabhakar Subramaniam

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Comments (5)

Airly Beacon is all over this beautiful poem.
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon; Oh, the pleasant sight to see Shires and towns from Airly Beacon, While my love climbed up to me! nice to read
Amusing depiction. Lovely and lofty. Enjoyed with thank. Congratulation for the poem of the day.
A tragic situation of a father and child sans a life companion is highly bitterest one in life exposing it as top light from beacon and is indeed a pinnacle of human tragedy as the poet! A highly sorrowful poem to read indeed!
Such a lovely poem.... Thanks for posting...