Eat.
Something that we do everyday.
Eat.
Is the simplest thing for us.
We eat what we can have.
Everyday is always a different food.
When we’re bored of eating something heavy, we eat something lighter.
And when we’re hungry, we eat something heavy.
It’s easy for us.
And for that, we rather cherish something else,
Something more minor,
Than cherish the moment,
When we get to eat some delectable food.
We somehow,
Don’t even mind about not finishing our meals,
Because to get food
Is always easy for us.
But then there’s
Or somewhere in the world.
Where there’s poverty.
Which hunger is a routine.
There are people,
Who go to bed on an empty stomach.
There is child,
Who dies from hunger.
And women sacrifices their foods,
Just for the sake of her hungry children.
Eat,
Is not something that is simple for them.
To get food,
Is not something that is easy for them.
And when they do get to eat,
They cherish it
Like it’s the last.
But we,
Continue living with our enrichment,
Continue not to mind,
About how we’re lucky,
To get to eat a slice of bread in the morning,
Or eating pizza on the evening.
Eat,
Is the easiest thing,
And the hardest thing.
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