One Rare Hunger.


Hunger is an old friend
I often meet when she needs companions.
The Rare ones, here they come
atop mystic fortunes,
as they seem.
It is them who know the one old friend.
The companion of other earth
for seekers, witless.
The Rare ones know who to keep.
The silence once is the melodic dream.
Scream, Scream, Scream,
Over a pitch, higher than the sky.
The Hunger comes to every Pilgrim.
Strengths hidden in covers of denials,
All in Supreme glide.
Mellow out, here she is sleeping right to your side.
Allow her a space, more unique.
Swimmingly she guides.
the Yellow God blessing the water-filled child.
A Rare or Still the Half-wit Knight?
-Manvendra Vidyarthi.
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)


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