Poverty, Probably - Haiku (5-7-5)

Poverty, Probably - Haiku (5-7-5)

Silent and shameful
hunger engulfs mind to soul
body seeks release

© Mandar Jayant Kokatay

This poem is dedicated to the hundreds of poor debt ridden farmers who commit suicide each year. 'Poverty, probably' is generally construed as the cause of suicide.

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