Starved
She asked the dead of the night a question
Why am I always hungry?
Why am I always insatiable?
No matter how much I devour...
Why do I starve so?
The silence whispered back,
You seek to be nourished by Them
The ones who stand on the Outside
You seek their words to feed your soul
Their inconsequential yet powerful words
You lust for their hearts
You lust for their nods and smiles
You lust for their approval, appreciation
Their meaningless drivel, their silent applause
This lust, it shall keep you starved till death
- Arathi Nayak
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