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Food Insecurity

Bountiful is our mother earth,
Orchards full of juicy fruits,
Fields full of veggies green,
Miles and miles of land embellished with  corn, maize, rice and wheat. 
Pulses and spices to make us healthy , fine and fit.
Then why 
Why do we hear at times hushed up cries?
And why at times we are all ears to screams and shrieks from hungry mouths?
Why there are brawls to snatch the little rice given as charity in small bowls?
Why at times people commit crimes just  for the sake of a loaf of bread?
While on one hand people eat plateful, 
And on another there are many who don't have access to two times meal.
While in grand weddings and parties food is wasted,
When just for the sake of taste one after the other dishes mostly touched just a spoonful end up in a waste bin.
Why at times on bus stops and stations
People are seen picking up the food thrown in haste in the waste?
Why at certain parts of our beautiful earth some people have to snatch food from the mouths of stray cows and hounds?
Tragedy it is to see while rich quarters of humanity suffer and struggle with obesity. 
In dingy quarters of the same world where the largest chunk of the world's population resides and languishes 
There dwell the never ending fiends of starvation and malnutrition. 
While wealthy moms have variety of bottles and types of flavored milk for their small babies,
 Even the first milk of the poor moms due to want and hunger has dried.
The situation is dark and dismal,
If half of the world would go to bed with an empty stomach,
How long there would be the reign of peace and justice ?
If we don't wish and want a war for food
Then don't you agree charity will be good.
Let's pledge never to waste food ,
Let's pledge never to turn greedy when we view the sumptuous delicacies. 
"Let's not live to eat,
Let's eat to live,"
And remember the beautiful quote
"That the earth has enough for everyone's need but not for greed."
Let's make it a point to cater to a hungry man
Whenever and wherever we can.
Let's plan and be a part of something like a food bank.
And indirectly let's thank the Almighty who has given us in abundance, 
So that there is no one who has to bear cramps in stomach for want of food and every visage has a charming healthy glow.





  


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