There’s nothing wrong in dreaming when you are awakeReality is brimming with hunger, love and acheThe sky is unsure why the arid moor feels bleakQuaking of earth to lure the narrowness of creekFrom the poem- Sprinkled

Poverty's simplicity has an inexpensive beauty rooted in it, which the rich can never afford to buy

In today's world hunger for sanity seems to be more intense than our hunger for food.

Death is buried there into death Hunger strikes on its own last breathNo spine to shiver, no heart talks At life’s craving poverty mocksFrom the poem 'Exhumation