An Hungry man

Frowned faces, with a frustrated thought
Noisy stomach, with dry gut
Little work, with a little effort
Dreaming off from past situations like a desert
Dreaming on present cases like the secretariat.

Grumbling up and down
Observing life, thinking all should be crown.
Waiting for the day dedicated for free meal.
Exercising the appetite too well
Losing appetite for zero varieties of meal.

Standing alone in a soundless world.
Picking none of the sound around to be for a word.
What a sudden sharp ear,
The ear that will figure out the voice saying "come and eat" among multiple voices.

The hungry man never seems to be happy
But seems to himself to be zero

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