Patience – the only ingredient
That can boil stone until it becomes soft.
We’ve waited patiently in pain and hunger,
Counting every seconds, which seems like an hour.
Day three passed like a bad hair day:
Holding tummy and sleeping during the day.
Belike, sleeping should cease today’s hunger,
If only time could run faster.
It was a relief to hear about relief materials,
Then, we heard: it had been distributed in some unknown areas,
Neither do our hands feel;
Nor do starving heal.
Surely, man will definitely die in the end!
Perhaps, it’s time we waved the white flag – we’ve been defeated
By hunger, and wait patiently till we’ve been starved,
Since going out for our daily bread have been deprived.