Uneasy

In every food
I take
I see hunger.

In every breath
I take
I see ventilator.

People starving,
People struggling
To breathe…

Don’t know why
The world’s
Sufferings…
Come pouring
Into me…
And I feel uneasy
In the little
Luxuries…
That life gives me.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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