I was hungry,
So I ate a lot,
But still felt starving,
As if I hadn't eaten at all.
I wonder why,
It's the craving,
A craving to achieve more,
More money,
A little more power.
No matter how much you earn,
It's never enough.
When the numbers go infinite,
You need to find your own "enough."
Finding your peace,
Is entirely up to you.
Hunger should be versatile,
Not fixated on revenue.
YOU ARE READING
that adult woman's journal
PoetryIn this fast-paced modern era, an Indian woman refuses to conform to the traditional expectations placed upon her gender. While many women of her age are quitting their jobs to start families, prioritizing their babies above all else, and making mar...
