Morsels

I tear off a piece of my bread and

Hand it over the man sitting and begging

I give half of it to the needy, though myself

I am as in need as they are

Feed the ones in need is a rewarding deed

But I feed because, I am sharing the burden

The burden of leading a life of miseries

I’m sharing the hope that kind people

Kind people like me and you

Are still around in this cruel society

A morsel of my bread would not feed

Completely; it would neither satiate the hunger, 

Nor depreciate the pain that is eating you

Morsels only lessen the languishing flames

Of a stomach that was set on fire

Who would better understand famine

If not, someone would have food scarcity?

Who would better know donations save a life

If not someone who has lost a dear one

Due to the lack of money collected?

Everyday someone becomes the prey of an earthquake

Every day, some relationship collapses; some homes crumble

The buildings fall, those buildings whose concrete

We thought would survive more generations

Take a piece of my bread, have a morsel

Of my salary, a few cents which can afford

Something to diminish your sorrow

Like a piece of your favorite cake, 

Like a ticket to watch a movie you like

Clap your hands, whistle with your fingers

Enjoy the day, wiping your eyes off

Sorrow has no place beneath your eyes

Dream with the hope that perhaps

Perhaps tomorrow would bring

A better sky for you

Dream of also of a better place

Of a warm bed, of a dear one

Laughing happily with you

I bid you sweet dreams, with tears 

As I understand that words only comfort, 

The ears but hardly help in 

The provision of physical needs