me:
Where are the keys to His massive barracks,
Which filled itself,when you filled them out,
Where each grain taken meant another added,
Some where in the depths of every heart,
Are those keys of gold locked in from inside
`
Gone are the days when man neither sowed nor reaped
But had plenty to share,for he never hoarded,
The times are now,when the barracks are shut
Open doors,your eyes and your hearts,see;
Those gripping to their groaning stomachs,
Save their souls ,now or never
A fist of rice, food for all

Neeraja :)

On the wings of poesy

Fist Of Rice

It's not easy for all,
I mean the life.
Just to keep one alive,
there is an endless strife.

We, the privileged ones
choose to ignore.
They don't get the least;
and we fight for more.

They don't want a lot,
a helping gesture will suffice.
It's not such a heavy price;
Just spare a "fist of rice".

- Chaitanya Parashar