This Hunger

This hunger that causes so much pain

Is within us from the first breath;

It causes us to rise from being pithy moths

To being large-hearted zealous messiahs. 

This hunger born of the noodles you ate

Last night to the desire to pen that poesie

And bag all the laurels of the world.

This hunger without which you would be

A nobody, causing you to feel the breeze

And a symphony. This hunger that causes

So much pain is there like an itch waiting

To be scratched, rising now from sadness

To happiness in the other, this hunger

That causes so much pain.