We, The Privileged
- a Poem
- by Eshani Guhathakurata
We crave our beloved dish.
We plan for the cuisine we wish.
Shoutout to my mom for the food I love.
May even sleep without eating the stuff.
We feel full, leave a mouthful behind.
Rich to order what comes in our mind.
Affluent tastebud marks our appetite.
With sleeping soul, desires are on rise.
Curious eyes in hunt of luck.
Dark night brings fortune via a rubbish truck.
Pagpag is ready with our platter of scraps.
While we remain in unconscious traps.
Eshani Guhathakurata
from Kolkata, India is the younger daughter of the family. An educationist and a passionate writer, Eshani received her post graduate degree in Economics from University of Calcutta. Content writing has provided her many opportunities to give back to writing.
